Chapter 13 - THE PROXY
Lauren swore she had never signed away her vote.
Samuel believed her until he saw the document.
The signature looked convincing.
The date was six weeks earlier.
Witnessed.
Notarized.
Lauren stared at the PDF.
“I was in Knoxville that day.”
That could be verified.
Hotel receipt.
Credit card.
Conference badge.
But none of it canceled the proxy before the meeting.
Legal challenges took time.
Votes happened on schedules.
My mother understood both.
“We ask for adjournment,” Samuel said.
Margaret refused.
At the board meeting, she appeared by video from her attorney's office.
Cream blouse.
Pearls.
Perfect posture.
The same woman who had eaten dinner beside my unconscious wife.
She opened with concern for my “emotional state.”
I almost took the bait.
Claire had warned me.
“She wants you angry.”
So I stayed still.
Samuel objected to Lauren's proxy.
Margaret's lawyer called it valid unless legally revoked.
Lauren joined the meeting and said directly, “I did not sign that.”
My mother didn't blink.
“Lauren, you've been under tremendous pressure.”
My sister's face changed.
That sentence was designed to sound maternal.
It was actually a threat.
The vote began.
Two directors supported temporarily removing Margaret.
Two opposed.
My vote made three.
Margaret voted her own shares and claimed Lauren's proxy.
Tie-breaking procedures favored the sitting chair.
She remained.
Then she proposed my removal as chief operating officer.
I hadn't expected that.
The board approved administrative suspension, four votes to one.
Lauren's stolen proxy had become a weapon twice.
I made my first major mistake there.
I sent Lauren the full diagnostic audio file from the nursery camera so she could hear exactly what Mom had said.
I wanted my sister to stop doubting herself.
I didn't think about her devices.
Three hours later, Margaret's attorney possessed the recording.
Lauren called in tears.
“My iPad was still linked to the family cloud account.”
The file automatically synchronized.
Margaret hadn't hacked us.
I had handed it to her through an old shared account.
By evening, her lawyer attacked the recording's reliability, arguing the diagnostic cache was fragmented and contextless.
Worse, he released a transcript of only Claire's accusation—
“You've been putting it in my tea.”
Without Margaret's response.
Online, it looked like an unsupported accusation made by a confused woman.
Claire read the reposted screenshots.
“You gave them that.”
I couldn't deny it.
“I was trying to help Lauren.”
“You keep trying to rescue everyone at once.”
Her voice wasn't loud.
That made it brutal.
“I need you to protect this family first.”
For the first time since the kitchen, Claire asked me to sleep in the guest room.
Margaret hadn't only damaged my marriage through lies.
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I had helped her by making a careless choice.
📖 My mistake put distance between Claire and me, and Margaret used that opening to stage a confrontation designed to make me look exactly as dangerous as she claimed. 👇
