“And because of the empire I have created, it is with bitter sweetness that I admit the time for me to move on has come.”
Wait. What? The whole room just got a shot of adrenaline, and the buzz is palpable as everyone waits for the words . . .
“I, Robert Danger, hereby give notice to the Board of Directors of Danger Enterprises of my intent to vacate the role of Chief Executive Officer, pending board approval of my replacement. I will retain a voting position on the board, as afforded by my shares within the company.”
The formality leaves his voice a bit, his tone slightly more casual, although still as upper-crust as can be. “It’s been an amazing run, and I appreciate your support at every turn.”
And there it is. The board went against him and this is his Hail Mary. He knows he’s done for, their vote for my proposal a first step in a change of the game. And he’s nothing if not a brilliant strategist, willing to jump in and create the new rules himself before anyone gets the chance to.
“As my last mission as CEO, I’d like to suggest my son, Chase Danger, as my replacement. He’s diligent, ambitious, holds the Danger name in high regard, and will see that it is not sullied in any way, but will, rather, improve and grow our stronghold within Bane and beyond. If needed, we can adjourn to allow time for votes to be considered carefully.”
Of course, he recommended Chase, but for once, it doesn’t phase me. The little boy inside me cries out, desperate for the approval he never received. But the man I have become recognizes that my father is simply not capable of giving that which he doesn’t have . . . love. He’s never known it and doesn’t understand it . . . not even for his children.
I look to Olivia and Chase, both of whom seem just as surprised as I am. Chase even looks a bit pale, his eyes wide with uncertainty. But I’m not uncertain. He will be a great leader. He always has been. He’s a different leader than I am, will take the company in different directions than I would. But he will keep the Danger name safe in his hands. Honestly, Olivia would do just as well. She’s a shrewd negotiator, innovative and willing to take smart risks. It’s a shame Dad never saw her strengths either. In the moment, I have a sense of peace . . . with my siblings, with the loss of my dream to be the CEO. Even with my dad, to some degree. He’s just not that important in the new priority list I hold dear.
My dad seems to consider the matter closed, preparing to call for the adjournment of the meeting. But from the end of the table, a voice calls out. “I move that we accept Robert Danger’s resignation as CEO of Danger Enterprises. I further move that we vote on a replacement CEO now.”
It’s Charlie’s voice, the executive who originally backed my proposal.
Dad laughs a bit, telling everyone that there’s no rush, but another voice sounds out. “I second the motion.”
And like that, it’s done. Dad’s resignation is accepted into the record. And voting opens . . . now. I never foresaw the meeting going this way, that’s for damn sure.
For a moment, I think Dad is going to let Chase give a speech outlining his vision for the company, and I wonder if he has something prepared. But Dad stands, taking the spotlight for himself.
“I think you all know where my strengths and weaknesses lie. And I’m proud to say that one of my greatest accomplishments is this man sitting to my right,” he says, gesturing to Chase, who looks grossly uncomfortable with the public praise. “Please consider our past, present, and future. I have built something grand in Danger Enterprises and am blessed to see its progress under the new leadership of my son, Chase.”
Instead of the sharp sting of rejection I usually feel, the bitterness is gone and I simply feel indifference. The competition between Chase and me is over, and I no longer feel angry toward his golden child status. Instead, I feel bad that although his treatment has been drastically different from mine, it has still given him baggage and damage.
Charlie gives a polite golf clap, indicating the speech is over, and Dad sits down, a pleased smile drifting across his face. “Okay, for a position such as this, the voting will be open. We’ll begin with our exiting CEO and work down the hierarchy. Agreed?” At the nods around the table, the vote begins.
Dad, of course, states confidently, “Chase Danger for CEO of Danger Enterprises.”
The next vote is for Chase as well.
But the third is for . . . me.
So’s the fourth. And the fifth. And the sixth.
Dad is turning red at the head of the table, a vein popping above his eye as his heart races at the unexpected votes.
Chase and I eye each other, shock written clearly on our faces, but there’s no ill will. It feels good.
It’s already solidly in my favor, much to everyone’s shock. But when it’s Olivia’s turn to vote, I’ll admit that I’m interested to hear what she has to say. Her vote can’t put me or Chase into the role, but I’m curious as to her take on the whole thing.
Her voice is calm, her speech sounding practiced even though I know she’s talking off the cuff. “I have served this board and this company for several years. Beyond that, I have been a part of this family my whole life. My brothers are both skilled businessmen in their own rights, beyond whatever name they were born to, perhaps even in spite of that name.” She gives Dad a hard look before scanning the group. “It is with delight that I would see either of my brothers as CEO. Therefore, I abstain from this vote.” It’s the perfect move. She chose both of us by choosing neither of us.
Charlie knocks on the table. “With voting being held by a strong majority, Scott Danger is the newly-elected Chief Executive Officer of Danger Enterprises.” And just like that, I’m the CEO.
There’s a cheer and a round of applause as I stand to accept the position. “Wow. Thank you all so very much for placing your faith and your trust in me. I promise I won’t let you down. I will keep Danger Enterprises synonymous with progress and powerful strategies to take us into the next century. I have learned a lot recently, what it takes to be a good man . . . a good partner . . . a good leader. And I think that we each have, as my father said, strengths and weaknesses.”
I look to my dad, who is obviously hanging on to his frayed control by a single thread.
“And I think that by working together, we can both mitigate and utilize these jagged pieces of our business puzzle to take us further, consider new ideas, and build something better than we’ve ever known.” I see smiles and nods around the table, knowing I’ve got them on the hook. Hopefully, they’re solidly secured there because I’m about to test their faith from the get-go.
“To that end, I would like to make my first official motion as CEO of Danger Enterprises.”
There’s a breath of anticipation in the room, everyone wondering where I’m going with this.
“I move that a panel of CEOs should control Danger Enterprises, with me focusing on our technology and long-term solutions division, my brother, Chase, serving as lead for our short- and mid-term capital investments, and that my sister, Olivia, be placed over diversified markets, where her interest in finding no-name brilliance can be fostered. By spreading out our resources, we can secure a stable present and a growing future for Danger Enterprises.”
It’s a bold move, brazen and potentially as stupid as can be, but I think it’s brilliant in its simplicity. We are simply different people with different strengths, but each with a right to our namesake company. I glance at Chase, who looks hopeful, like I took his favorite game away and then promised to play it with him. Olivia smiles widely, a full cat who got the cream smile, with white teeth and everything, so I know she’s delighted. We can do this, be this, siblings who run the family company together.
Dad guffaws loudly, slapping his hands on the table. “That’s preposterous. See? This is why I wanted Chase. None of this crazy, pie-in-the-sky daydream shit. Business doesn’t work this way. Never has and never will. It’s not a flower field where everyone holds hands and sings Kumbaya, Scott.”
I smirk, knowing tha
t I do actually have an advantage here. I didn’t just come up with this idea. It’s been mulling in my mind while I sat at the hospital with Madison, a seed of a dream that my siblings and I could someday be better, closer than we have been.
“You’re right, Dad. That’s not how business has worked . . . in the past. And that’s the point. It is how it can work in the future. If we can conceive of a way to create AI, to talk to thin air and have a package show up on our doorstep, for our cars to park and stop themselves without the driver’s engagement, then surely, we can have three siblings work together. It is not unprecedented. There are plenty of other successful companies that have a panel of CEOs, and the hierarchy design works quite well for them. I think it would work even better for Danger Enterprises because we are inherently invested in doing so. It’s our name on the building.”
Dad clacks his mouth shut, his eyes narrowing at me. Checkmate. The king is dead. And it’s time to start a new game, one with our own rules.
The vote goes quickly this time, passing with only one holdout . . . my dad.
And with one more knock on the table, I become one of the CEOs of Danger Enterprises.
Chapter 33
Madison
Daily Horoscope, November 10th
Libra – Picture perfect is only surface deep. True beauty is in the flawed depths.
I’ve barely finished the healthy egg-white omelet Marisol brought to me as I sat on the couch when I hear the banging on the door. I have a flash of fear at the loud sound, but it’s quickly abated when I hear Tiffany in the hallway. “Open up, bitch. The ice cream’s melting!”
I laugh, and Marisol gives me a weird look. “Did she say ice cream? It’s ten o’clock in the morning!”
I nod, a big grin on my face as Marisol opens the door and Tiff barges right in like she’s owns the place. “Yes, ice cream, for the root beer floats. Now, important question . . . one or two scoops?”
Marisol looks to me, finally saying, “If you’re okay, Maddie, I think I’ll escape to my room for a bit, give you time to visit with your friend. Call me if you need anything, and do not get up without me—Mr. Danger’s explicit instructions—and I don’t want to upset him.” She looks terrified of Scott and would probably shit herself if I told her that I got off on his telling me what to do just so I could do the exact opposite. Drives him and me crazy . . . and we like it like that, apparently.
But she escapes, and Tiff winks at me. “Now that that’s handled . . . one or two?”
Knowing the right answer, I tell her, “Two.” I watch with delight as she commandeers Scott’s kitchen—I mean, our kitchen . . . still not used to that. A few minutes later, she brings me a foamy mess of ice creamy goodness, and I take a tiny sip and moan at the deliciousness.
“Damn, girl, you barely took a taste and are acting like it’s damn-near orgasmic. You that thirsty?” Tiff wiggles her eyebrows at me, laughing at her own joke.
“Just taking it easy on the cold ice cream. I definitely do not want a brain freeze post-concussion,” I say matter-of-factly. “Actually, yes, though . . . getting pretty desperate for the D, living with Scott and not able to do anything about it. He’s always walking around shirtless and taking showers naked to torture me,” I say overdramatically.
Tiff laughs. “Would you rather the man take a shower with his clothes on?”
“Maybe . . .” I say, then giggle softly, still careful with my voice and my head. I’m definitely feeling a bajillion times better than I was a week ago, but certain things still trigger a headache, like loud noises or flashing lights. So no TV and no crazy laugh fest like Tiff and I would usually do.
Instead, we’re chill, curled up on the couch as we catch up.
“What’s the latest on . . . Rich?” She pauses before she says his name, unsure of my reaction. But I’m fine now, moving beyond the fear and into the anger portion of my recovery, even if I do have occasional moments of panic. But Scott’s always there to talk me through it, or I have mantras I tell myself over and over on a loop.
“Still in county jail,” I tell her. “When the DA arraigned him, they denied bail, so he’s sitting there until the trial, and by the time it’s all over, Rich won’t be getting out for a long time. They got the whole thing . . . car chase, hitting my car, the choking . . . from multiple angles on various security cameras. So there’s no way he can deny it. They’re mostly just arguing over a plea deal sentence because Scott is adamant that Rich gets the maximum sentence. I tend to agree.”
It’s a relief, one I never thought I’d get. Rich’s manipulations and abuse were always so subtle, so sneaky, I never thought I’d see him actually punished for any of it. I hate that it had to get so bad for him to be caught, but I’m glad he’s at least not free to do it to another woman.
Tiff nods. “I hope he rots there myself, but I’m glad to hear you feel the same way.” She takes a long lick around the rim of her float, catching the drips of suds before they can run down the cups she brought with her to ‘keep it real’. “So, how’re things with Mr. Moneybags?”
I grin, laughing at the nickname because Scott’s money is really the last thing I care about with him, but it’s the flashy thing most folks see first. “Really good. Great, actually. He’s been taking great care of me, and we’ve had some pretty deep conversations about the future and the past . . . mostly about how messed up we both are. We’re making our edges a little more obvious to each other, as awkward as fuck as that is, so that we can keep from getting cut.”
Tiff has a moment of wisdom. “Daddy issues, Mommy issues, trust issues, control issues, insecurity . . . you two are a veritable cornucopia of therapy waiting to happen.” It’s ugly when she says it like that, even though she’s half-kidding, but she’s not wrong.
We are pretty fucked-up people, but at least we can be fucked-up together and help wipe away the dirt, reveal the shine underneath the pain we’ve each had, maybe even heal some of the damage with love and a spit polish. It’s not a pretty process. It’s a bit two steps forward and one step backward, which Scott says is my favorite dance, while his only move is forward, full steam ahead. But it’s our dance.
Trying to lighten the mood, I tell Tiff with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah, we’ve definitely agreed on no Mommy or Daddy kinky shit and that he can be a control freak all he wants while we’re having sex because I like it then, but outside the bedroom, we’re equal partners. Ones who say ‘I love you’ and give reassuring comments like a fucking Hallmark movie.”
“Y’all are a Hallmark movie! Except for the bossy bedroom stuff. That’s more Skin-a-Max After Hours. Bow-chicka-bow-wow,” she says with a little shimmy. “But he’s the rich knight come to save the day of the poor barmaiden in distress.”
“Yeah, definitely not,” I tell her, knowing I’d told Scott that several times when we’d first started out and she’s well aware of that fact. “I know we’re annoying as fuck, but it’s working for us. Especially while we’re still learning better communication. Feels good.”
Tiff looks around the big room, taking in the tall windows, the plush couch we’re sitting on, and the bright kitchen before her eyes settle on my face, searching it just as closely. “Are you happy here? With him?”
I bite my lip, not because I’m unsure but because I know that if I yell my joy the way I want to, I’ll surely scare Marisol and likely have a headache from the noise. Instead, I tell her the truth quietly. “So happy. I didn’t know it could be like this, Tiff. It’s beautiful and he’s mine. And I’m his. And it’s . . . us.” Halfway through, I give up the battle against the tears and let them run down my face, feeling cleansed by the salty release of happiness.
“I’m really happy for you, Maddie. If anyone deserves a happily ever after, it’s sure as fuck you. Just to clarify, you’re living here forever now, right?” She says it casually, but it sounds like a loaded question.
“Uh, yeah,” I hedge. “Why?”
Tiff smiles. “’Cuz I’m getting a new roomie n
ow that you’re out. Devin needs a new place to crash. Guess his current roommates are getting a bit too bitchy for his taste, so he wants something a bit more chill. Plus, we can carpool.”
It feels a little like she’s replacing me, which stings. But I know that’s not the case. Tiff is my bestie through and through, and Devin is a great guy, so I’m glad they can help each other out with bills. “All right, he can have my room, but I get dibs on the left end of the couch anytime I come over.”
Tiff smirks at me. “Duh. Of course. That’s your end.”
“How is Stella doing? I hated that I was still in the hospital when she had the funeral for Daryl.” Stella had offered to hold off for my release, but I’d known she needed closure. It’ll be an open wound for a long time, but at least the service gave her a chance to grieve and connect with family and Daryl’s friends.
“She’s doing as well as can be expected. She misses Daryl terribly, but she’s a strong woman. Right now, she’s in survival mode . . . just keep swimming, just keep swimming.” Tiff mimics the popular kids’ movie line. “But we’re keeping the bar running like a well-oiled machine. Still no word from Carl though. Stella’s afraid he’s dead somewhere too. He’s an ass, but he’s never disappeared before so she doesn’t know what to think.”
I nod, hoping Stella at least gets an answer because the not-knowing is soul-crushing. I know that Carl did scare me, and he was grossly inappropriate, but in the scope of everything else that’s happened, it seems so much less of a big deal now. Of course, if he comes back, I’ll probably feel quite differently about that, and I’ll never risk being in a vulnerable position with him again. But that seems nebulous and full of ‘what-ifs’ . . . what if he shows up, what if he doesn’t think he did anything wrong, what if I were alone with him again? I just can’t think about it right now, and I vow to handle it better when and if Carl ever shows up.
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