The Petty Secretary Vs The Literal Sister Chapter 09

The Petty Secretary Vs The Literal Sister Chapter 09

The next morning, I went to Thorne Digital Solutions.

Of course I wasn’t there to apologize.

I brought lawyers, auditors, cybersecurity experts and my mother.

The moment Gavin saw Celia, his expression shifted.

He’d probably spent years assuming my father was the one who ran the family.

Technically, he was only half right. Callahan Holdings started with my mother.

My father, back in the day, was basically just a very good–looking CFO.

Gavin had set up the conference room with impressive formality.

He was there with several executives and a handful of shareholders.

Sloane was absent. She was still under investigation.

Gavin looked at me. “Drew, I hope you’ll be reasonable today.”

“If our companies keep tearing each other apart, no one wins.”

I took my seat and said, “The overseas project you mentioned. Show me the documents.”

A flicker of triumph crossed his eyes. He signaled to his assistant.

Several scanned contracts appeared on the screen

They were indeed internal files related to one of our overseas projects.

I looked at them for a moment. Then I laughed.

Gavin frowned. “What’s so funny?”

“Funny we played you like a fiddle.”

The color shifted in his face.

My mother finally spoke, “Those contracts are fake

“We planted them six months ago–specifically to catch whoever was leaking information inside

the company.”

A stunned silence settled over the room.

Mom turned to Gavin.

“Mr. Thorne, I spent months wondering how bait from inside Callahan Holdings ended up in your

hands.”

“Now I have my answer.”

The blood drained from his face.

I picked up where she left off.

“So this grand piece of leverage you’ve been holding? It was worthless from the start.”

“And

you tried using fake documents to threaten Callahan Holdings.”

“Congrats. You’ve just racked up another criminal charge.”

Gavin shot to his feet. “You set me up!”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

“But you enjoy setting traps too, don’t you?”

“You orchestrated the story about malicious divestment. You steered public opinion.”

“You tried to force Maren into publicly validating your version of events.”

“We’re just returning the favor. Seems fair to me.”

The shareholders finally lost their patience. One of them stood up immediately.

“What else have you been hiding from this board?”

“You didn’t know about Sloane leaking information

“You didn’t know about the PR campaign.”

“And now you’re blackmailing Callahan Holdings with stolen documents?”

“Gavin, are you trying to bury this entire company with you?”

A vein bulged at his temple.

“Shut up!” At last, he cracked.

The polished, composed, endlessly reasonable CEO vanished. The real man stepped out.

“Without me, this company wouldn’t exist!”

“All of you enjoyed the rewards. Now something goes wrong, and suddenly I’m the sacrifice?”

He pointed at me.

“And you, Drew. If you’d stayed out of this, Maren and I would’ve gotten married.”

“Callahan funding would’ve come in, we would’ve gone public overseas–everyone would’ve won.”

“Sloane only wanted some dignity. She stood by me for years. What’s wrong with giving her that?”

I looked at him, dead serious.

“If you wanted to protect her dignity, why did you have to tear Maren down to do it?”

He shut up.

I stood up. “From the beginning, you thought Maren was gentle, so she’d put up with anything.”

“You thought Callahan Holdings was rich, so we’d always clean up your mess.”

“You thought Sloane helped build your company, so every line she crossed deserved to be

forgiven.”

“And somehow, in your version of reality–you’re the victim.”

I shook my head. “Gavin, you really should take a good look in the mirror.”

“That’s not suffering. That’s just being a selfish idiot.”

The conference room doors swung open. Law enforcement and regulatory investigators walked

in.
For the first time, genuine fear appeared on Gavin’s face.

He turned toward my mother.

“Mrs. Callahan, you can’t do this.”

“Maren still loves me. You’ll destroy her chance at happiness.”

Mom rose slowly. Her voice was calm and absolutely freezing.

“My daughter doesn’t have to settle for scraps to find happiness.”