My male boss didn’t know I own 90% of the company stock. He sneered that we don’t need incompetent people like you, leave. I smiled politely and said fine, fire me. He thought he’d won, like my badge was my power. He had no idea my name was on the majority shares, and the next shareholder meeting would introduce him to math.

For a moment, his expression was blank, like a computer that couldn’t find the file it expected.

“You,” he said under his breath, stepping closer. “What are you doing here?”

I smiled politely. “Attending the meeting.”

“This is a shareholder meeting,” he snapped, voice sharpening. “You were terminated.”

I didn’t argue. I just sat down at the seat reserved for the majority holder, the one with a nameplate already placed:

Wrenfield Capital Trust — Voting Representative

Derek’s eyes flicked to the nameplate, then back to my face, trying to make the pieces fit.

The board chair, Marianne Keller, called the room to order. “We have quorum,” she said. “Before we begin, I’d like to introduce our voting representative for Wrenfield Capital Trust.”

Her gaze landed on me. “Ms. Olivia Wren.”

Derek’s packet slipped slightly in his hands.

Marianne continued, smooth and formal. “For the record, Wrenfield holds ninety percent of voting shares.”