He was destroying everything.

“Sounds good. That’s probably one of the warehouses calling me back,” I said.

“Let me know what they say,” he said before he turned and left the room.

I scrambled for my phone, recognizing the number showing on the screen. It was my lawyer calling me back, and I hoped he had good news to share.

“Hello?”

“Miss Harte, I’ve got some good news,” he said.

“Perfect. Hit me with it,” I said.

“You do have one other avenue you can pursue with regard to taking the company back from Mr. Gunn, but it’s going to require liquidating your father’s other assets.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your father left the company to Mr. Gunn, but he left control of his estate to you. So, his stock and bond portfolios, his bank accounts, and his property are all under your control,” he said.

“Alright. So, what do I have to do with them?” I asked.

“You’d sell them. Cash it all in, sell the property, and put it all into a dump account and slowly purchase shares of your company’s stock. If you can gain the controlling percentage of the stock in the company, it doesn’t matter whose face represents the company in the media. Whoever holds majority stock holds the best interest of the company,” he said.

“If I liquidated, would I have enough money to even execute something like that?” I asked.

“You would have to do it over an extended period of time. One, maybe even two years.”

“No. I need something sooner than that. He’s already making changes that my father never would’ve agreed to. He’s going to run this place into the ground,” I said.

“If you feel he’s mentally unfit, we can always take that route. You can put him through the wringer in court and scoot him out. This is your only other option if you don’t want to mutually settle it with him,” he said.

“And there are no other avenues?” I asked.

“None. Take your time and think on this, Miss Harte. Whatever route you choose, it’s a long one, and it’s going to drudge up a great deal of ill will along the way,” he said.

“Thank you for your call, sir,” I said.

I hung up the phone before I tossed it onto the couch. My eyes fluttered back to the picture Christian had left standing on the coffee table, and the happiness in my father’s eyes brought tears to mine. There wouldn’t be a day that would go by for the rest of my life that I wouldn’t wish he was here to help me through these decisions, and I felt a tear run my cheek before I wiped it away.

Harte To Heart Medical Supplies deserved better than Christian, and I was going to make sure it got what it deserved.

Chapter Eleven

Christian

“So, how was the first day?”

I lifted the heavily weighted barbell as Todd helped me rack it. I’d gotten up early this morning to go to the gym with him since he had a day off, and I was glad. While the first day at work seemed to go well, I knew Stella was still trying to take the company away from me.

Which meant I had been tense and on my guard all day.

“I mean, it went well. I walked in, and Stella was already trying to control everything,” I said.

“Did we expect any different?” he asked.

“Well, it confirmed my fears,” I said.

“What fears?” he asked.

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