Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Rage seeped from William’s every pore, warping the air around him like heat off asphalt. His previously good mood shattered into shards. In that moment, he felt he could strangle anyone who so much as irritated him.

Jennifer, sensing the fury pulsing off him, asked again, "Dad, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

William let out a bitter grunt. "What else? Elliot Grant. That son of a bitch."

The words burned on his tongue, but fury clogged his throat, halting further speech. He took several sharp breaths, forcing the fire down before it could consume him.

"He’s called an emergency shareholder meeting. Tomorrow." William’s voice was tight, clipped. "Because of the company’s recent downturn, some of the other shareholders have aligned with him. They’re planning to vote me out."

His jaw clenched so hard it looked as though he might crack a tooth.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Why are you even wasting emotion on those circus monkeys? They couldn’t move a single strand of your hair before... they won’t now."

"This time feels different," William muttered. "The company’s situation is worse than it’s ever been."

"Even if they all unite, they still can’t match our shares," Jennifer countered. "We’re the largest stakeholders, Dad. They can’t outvote us."

William’s eyes narrowed. "The moment I heard Eleanor was back in town, I suspected Grant would try something like this. Amnesia or not, if he manages to get her involved, it’ll become a problem."

Jennifer nodded, thoughtful. "Then let’s turn this on its head. Use this opportunity. Show the shareholders that we own the majority. Let them see the truth. Their alliance means nothing."

William looked at her, a hard glint in his eye. "Are you sure we should reveal the transfer deed?"