Julian laughed bitterly. "This is hostile. You're gutting my board, Ava."

That night, Ava celebrated alone in her penthouse. She poured a glass of champagne and looked at the skyline. She had won. Julian had signed over everything.

End.

Ava smiled. "Same difference."

The next morning, Ava sat in her empty office. No assistants. No deals. Her board had voted her out in an emergency midnight meeting— unanimously .