I walked in unannounced to find my mother-in-law pulling my daughter's hair while her husband watched his phone—so I slapped him three times and gave him 72 hours to regret it.

The boardroom was so silent you could hear the air conditioning vents whispering against the high ceiling.

Margaret’s chest heaved beneath her Chanel suit. She looked down the long expanse of walnut at Hannah, then shifted her glare to me. "You think you’ve won? You think a piece of paper signed by a corrupt judge gives you the right to dismantle my family's legacy? I built this company with my bare hands after my husband died!"

"You didn't build anything, Margaret," I said, stepping up beside my daughter. "You embezzled eighty-four million dollars from public infrastructure grants, you falsified commercial valuations to defraud regional lenders, and when your son committed felonies, you used non-consensual pornography and extortion to silence his wife."

"Lies!" Margaret shrieked, her aristocratic facade shattering into raw, feral desperation. "Defamation! Victor, file a preliminary injunction right now! Call the governor! Call Judge Henderson!"

"Judge Henderson was arrested by federal agents at his country club forty minutes ago, Margaret," Arthur said calmly, crossing his arms. "Turns out your offshore feeder funds in the Caymans had his wife's maiden name listed on the signature card."

Margaret collapsed back into her leather executive chair as if her spine had dissolved.

Hannah didn't give her a second to recover. She looked at the six trembling board members who were already pulling their hands down from the vote.

"Item one on the agenda," Hannah announced, her voice steady, authoritative, and completely devoid of mercy. "The immediate and permanent termination of Victor Cole as general counsel for Holloway Holdings, effective this second."

Victor didn't even argue. He grabbed his leather briefcase, pulled his coat from the rack, and practically sprinted toward the exit without looking back at Margaret once.

"Item two," Hannah continued, looking directly at the terrified board members. "The immediate removal of Margaret Holloway as Chief Executive Officer, Managing Director, and Chairman of the Board, with cause."

"You can't do that!" Margaret gasped, clutching her throat. "The bylaws require a thirty-day notice period!"

"Not when the CEO is subject to an active federal indictment for wire fraud and witness tampering," Hannah replied, sliding a second document across the table. "Agent Miller is waiting in the lobby with an arrest warrant signed by the United States Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois. Do you want to walk down to the squad car in front of the press you invited yesterday, or do you want to be dragged out in handcuffs?"

Margaret looked around the table.

"David?" she pleaded with her oldest ally on the board. "Robert? Say something! We've worked together for twenty years!"

David, a gray-haired banker who had known Margaret since college, looked down at his blotter and said nothing. Robert simply turned his chair away from her, staring out the window at the gray fog.

The pack had turned. The alpha was dead.

Margaret stood up slowly, her legs shaking so violently she had to hold onto the table for support. She walked toward Hannah, stopping two feet away. For a second, I thought she was going to lunge at my daughter, and my muscles coiled to drop her to the floor.

But Margaret didn't fight. She was completely broken.

"What do you want, Hannah?" Margaret whispered, tears of pure hatred and humiliation spilling down her wrinkled cheeks. "What will it take for you to stop this?"

Hannah looked at her with an expression that held neither anger nor pity—only absolute, icy finality.

"I want the deed to my mother's diner, delivered debt-free and clear of all encumbrances by noon," Hannah said. "I want an immediate, uncontested divorce decree signed by Grant before sunset. And I want you to spend every remaining dollar you have left on lawyers who won't be able to keep you out of a federal penitentiary."

Margaret stared at her, horrified.

"And Margaret?" Hannah added, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"What?"