The Prescott Group boardroom had been transformed into something resembling a gladiatorial arena. Cameras lined the walls—not just our documentation equipment, but legitimate news crews from CNN, BBC, Reuters, and a dozen other international outlets. Social media livestreams provided real-time coverage to audiences around the world. The financial press had descended like vultures, sensing that today's meeting would produce either a corporate succession story for the ages or the collapse of one of America's oldest business dynasties.
I sat beside Sterling at the head of the massive mahogany table, Eddie's car seat positioned between us as a deliberate reminder of what was at stake. Eleanor occupied Sterling's other side, her expression carved from marble, but her eyes blazing with determin
