Chapter 8 - The Vote
Adrian turned toward the board.
“You cannot give corporate control to maids and bellhops.”
The words escaped before he could stop them.
Diane looked at him.
“You have just explained why they need it.”
The employee governance plan created six elected board seats.
Housekeeping.
Maintenance.
Food service.
Guest operations.
Administrative staff.
Retirees whose contributions had been withheld.
The Cross family would keep shares.
But never again could they sell property, cancel pensions or reduce safety budgets without worker approval.
Adrian shook his head.
“They do not understand capital markets.”
A housekeeper answered from the side of the ballroom.
“We understand what happens when capital decides our rent matters less than your bonus.”
Another worker added:
“We understand the hotels close when we do not arrive.”
The vote began.
Directors who once ignored Diane’s emails now waited for her decision.
The measure passed by one vote.
The ballroom erupted into restrained applause.
Not chaos.
Not revenge.
Recognition.
Diane looked toward the staff members who had stood silently against the walls.
“Take off the service gloves.”
One by one, they did.
“You are not serving this meeting.”
“You are participating in it.”
Adrian’s shoulders dropped.
The people he had treated as background now held seats in the company he expected to inherit without question.
Then Diane reached for her phone.
“Open the exits.”
The stainless-steel doors released.
No one ran.
No one even moved toward them.
Adrian stared at the open passageways.
“You kept them here against their will.”
Diane shook her head.
“No.”
“The doors were held during the emergency trust review under the venue agreement every guest accepted.”
She looked toward the crowd.
“They are free to leave.”
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Still, no one left.
Because Diane had not yet explained the bloodstained envelope in her hand.
