Wllington Industries - Aiden's Office
"This is a goddamn ambush," Aiden yelled, pacing his office and held his phone was in his palm, the veins on his forearm was bulging with adrenaline. "They fucking want me out, Marina. This is not a warning shot—it is a declaration of war!"
Marina sat at the edge of his desk, with arms across her bossom. "Then fight them. You are Aiden Wellington, for God's sake. You built this empire, not Maxwell. He is just riding on the family name."
"You think I do not know that huh, you really think I don't fucking know?" Aiden snapped, stopping mid-stride to look at her. "But the board does not care about legacy—all they care about is stability. Maxwell has been poisoning the well for weeks or even months, and now the cracks are beginning to show."
"Then we plug them," Marina remarked, simply.
