The board had been handled, for now. But Sloane knew better than to assume the battle was over. Men like Edward Harrington didn't just back down. They waited. They regrouped. And they struck when the target wasn't looking.
Which meant she needed to stay ahead.
She stepped out of the boardroom, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she walked toward her office. Lena was already waiting, tablet in hand, her expression tight.
"Harrington's making calls," she said without preamble. "Nothing public, but he's talking to some of the senior investors. He's trying to plant doubt."
"Of course he is." Sloane exhaled through her nose.
Lena hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Do you want me to handle it?"
Sloane arched a brow. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
