Desperate Measures

Stevenson's POV

I sat at the head of the table in the boardroom, trying to stay calm. The directors and shareholders glared at me with anger and contempt. I knew they blamed me and my family for the company's troubles and were ready to express their anger.

"You've ruined this company, Stevenson," Richard, one of the older directors, said, his voice cold and angry. "Your family's scandals are all over the news. No one wants to work with us anymore."

Sarah, another director, added, "We've had to cancel so many projects. Our reputation is destroyed. Do you understand what that means?"

My jaw tightened. "I understand, Sarah. But this is not just my fault. We all have a role in handling this crisis. I believe—"

"That's easy for you to say," Mark, a younger director, sneered, interrupting me. "Your family is the sole reason for this mess. Your daughter's suicide attempt video, your wife's outbursts, your son-in-law bankrupting the company because he's trying to protect the dignity of your o