Chapter 79: He’s A Thief
Diane’s POV
The Transcorp Hotel loomed before us, its glass exterior reflecting the morning sun like a gleaming beacon of hope. After our narrow escape from the café, Joan and I sat in stunned silence as our rideshare pulled up to the imposing entrance.
"We made it," Joan said, checking her watch. "With fifteen minutes to spare."
I smoothed my navy blue dress, trying to calm the flutter of nerves in my stomach that had nothing to do with the twins kicking inside me. "Do I look okay? Professional enough?"
Joan squeezed my hand reassuringly. "You look like a woman about to take back her company."
The doorman greeted us with a practiced smile as we entered the marble lobby. Everything about the Transcorp screamed wealth and discretion—from the hushed conversations in the seating areas to the understated elegance of the décor. It was a place where the powerful made deals away from prying eyes.
"Mrs. Ashton?" A poised woman in a tailored suit approached us. "I’m Melissa, Mr. Guerrero’s executive assistant. He asked me to escort you to the meeting."
I nodded, grateful for the guidance. "Thank you. This is Joan Hand, my legal counsel."
Melissa led us to a private elevator that required a keycard for access. "The board members are already assembled in our executive conference room on the fifteenth floor," she explained as we ascended. "Mr. Guerrero has ensured complete privacy for this meeting."
My hand instinctively went to my belly as the twins shifted. The weight of what I was about to do pressed down on me—I wasn’t just fighting for myself anymore, but for my children’s future. For the company that should have been part ours from the beginning.
As the elevator doors opened, I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders. The hallway was elegantly appointed with subtle artwork and plush carpeting that muffled our footsteps. Melissa stopped before a polished oak door and knocked twice before opening it.