Chapter 7 I Have All The Power

• Kael had successfully signed all the documentation,
• “Congratulations Sir! The contract would take effect immediately,” he said clearly, turning toward the crowd,
• “this property and all internal executive oversight now falls under the exclusive authority of Mr. Kael Darion.”
• Kael looked at Elyra as she opened her mouth.
• He cut her off. “You can save your breath.”
• “Your role is dissolved. Public conduct clause breach, times three. Pack your desk. You don’t even need to finish the day.”
• She blinked. “You can’t—”
• “No, Elyra,” Kael said softly, stepping closer,
• “I can. And I am.” He turned to the receptionist.
• “You told me to use the back ramp. Let’s make that permanent.”
• “Y-you mean—?”
• “You're fired. But not before you clean every surface behind that desk. I want to see my reflection in it before security walks you out.”
• Her knees gave slightly, Kael turned slowly toward Annika.
• The entire floor seemed to lean in. Annika's voice was brittle.
• “Kael… I—”
• “You?” he interrupted.
• “You broke me when I needed the companythe most.” He stepped forward, face still unreadable.
• “You weaponized policy to kick a man when his mother was dying.”
• “So now let’s talk about your severance.” He handed a printed paper from the folder to one of the suits.
• “Terminate her contract. No benefits. And lock her file from future recommendations across all Valor subsidiaries.”
• Annika’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Kael didn’t even look at her again.
• In the span of five minutes, three careers ended with no ceremony.
• What mattered wasn’t the volume of Kael’s voice — it was the weight of what followed it.
• Kael turned to the remaining managers. “Anyone else have something to say about my outfit?”
• “Good.”
• Then he walked away, heading toward the executive elevator. This time, nobody stopped him.
• ********
• The door to the executive boardroom opened with a slow, whispering hiss.
• Kael stepped in and after three years, nothing had changed thay much, it was the same carpet, same high-backed leather chairs. He remembered this place well.
• Seven men and women were already seated, stiff in their tailored suits. Some gave polite nods. Others said nothing. One or two smirked, as if everything happening lately was just a fluke.
• Kael didn’t greet anyone. He walked to the head of the table and pulled out the chair with no nameplate and sat down as he placed a worn black folder on the glass.
• He opened it. Inside, system printouts, confidential audit logs. Proxy bank trails, screenshots of emails and leaked agendas. Everything the System had quietly gathered in the 24 hours since Kael took over.
• [SYSTEM QUEST: Remove internal corruption from Bruckner & Weiss board]
• [Reward: Legal Immunity (Tier 2), +$340,000/week asset recovery]
• [Penalty for failure: Shareholder Collapse Risk]
• Kael flipped the first page. His finger tapped a name.
• “Randall Vance.”Vance looked up. His smile faltered.
• “Mr. Darion, with all due respect, that vote was nothing personal—just a matter of projected risks.”
• Kael said nothing. He simply turned his head toward the door.
• It opened, Two Sovereign-linked security men stepped in silently. No hesitation. No warning.
• Vance stood up suddenly.“This is ridiculous! I want legal representation!”
• Kael’s voice was calm, even.“Go ahead. I own the law firm handling your contract.” Vance froze as the two men escorted him out. No one helped him. Kael flipped another page.
• “Kurt Hollister.” The man flinched. “Kael....please...I've got a daughter. Just got out of surgery. I need this—”
• Kael didn’t look at him. “So did I.” Two more guards entered. Hollister was removed.
• Third page. “Lumas.” just a look, Lumas stood and walked out without a fight. Kael looked at the four remaining board members.
• “You all sat in this room while three of your own used company funds like a playground. And not one of you raised your hand.”
• They stayed silent. He pointed to the oldest man — a silver-haired executive with a steady but cautious look.
• “Interim operations head. You report to me. Clean your department by the end of the week.”
• “Yes, Mr. Darion.” Kael stood up.
• “If not, you’re next.” He didn’t yell. He didn’t rush. He moved like water over stone.
• “Bring me every financial report from the last five quarters,” Kael said.
• “I want to see everything....investments, partners, project files.”
• No one questioned him. They rushed to do it. Within the hour, thick folders were placed in front of him. Flash drives too. Most CEOs would call in assistants, analysts, or lawyers.
• He sat there and read every page himself alone with no ones help.
• [SYSTEM REWARD UNLOCKED]
• ✔ Weekly Profit +$340,000
• ✔ Tier 2 Legal Immunity Active
• ✔ Loyalty Filter Enabled – Internal Corruption Auto-Tracking On
• Kael walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the far end of the room. Below, three black cars idled. The fired men were escorted out, Kael spoke quietly to his reflection.
• “This time… I choose who stays.”
• [CONTROL THRESHOLD: 13% – CONTINUE ASCENT]
• ***********
• At 6:35 p.m., he called the board back into the room. He stood near the table and began to talk. He didn’t need the papers anymore.
• He remembered everything. “Your Facility B project lost $11 million in overlapping payments,” he said.
• “Vendor records from Croatia are fake. You’ve got a hidden payment chain no one checked.”
• “Your quarterly report is off by 2.8% — you used outdated contracts to make it look better.”
• They were stunned as Kael wasn’t reading anything. He remembered all of it — numbers, names, hidden problems — from just one hour of reading.
• He turned to two men at the end of the table — big investors from Martek Capital and Greyvine Holdings.
• They had always said “no” to Kael’s idea of a merger.
• Not anymore. “As of 5:40 p.m.,” Kael said, “I bought over 18% of your company bonds.”
• “If I make one public move, your companies crash by morning.”
• Their faces went pale. "You’re bluffing,” one said.
• Kael tapped a button. A screen lit up behind him, showing real-time numbers—proof of everything.
• “This isn’t a threat,” Kael said. “It’s math.”
• He slid two contracts across the table.
• “Sign now. Or collapse later.”