Chapter 6 - THE MAN WHO WANTED CONTROL
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Catherine entered Richard Vale’s office Monday morning without knocking.
Richard looked up from his desk.
“That sounds expensive.”
“You contacted Franklin Commercial Lending.”
Not a question.
Richard leaned back.
“I made an inquiry.”
“You interfered with Nathan’s credit facility.”
“I asked a bank whether one of our contractors was financially stable.”
“You used our corporate relationship to pressure them.”
Richard smiled faintly.
“If his business is as healthy as he claims, pressure shouldn't matter.”
Catherine placed both hands on the desk.
“Reverse it.”
“I can’t reverse a bank decision.”
“You can tell them your concern was unauthorized.”
“Why would I?”
“Because I’m telling you.”
Richard stood.
For the first time, the resemblance between him and Catherine's late mother became visible.
Same gray eyes.
Same sharp cheekbones.
But none of her warmth.
“You are confusing loneliness with love.”
Catherine went still.
Richard continued.
“This man appears at a wedding, makes you laugh twice, dances with you, and suddenly you’re risking professional judgment.”
“My professional judgment built the company you’re standing in.”
“Your father built this company.”
There it was.
The wound Richard always knew how to find.
Catherine straightened.
“My father nearly bankrupted it.”
Richard's expression darkened.
“You ungrateful—”
“No.”
Her voice cut through the room.
“You do not get to rewrite history because the truth makes men in this family uncomfortable.”
Richard stared at her.
Catherine had spent seven years quietly absorbing variations of the same argument.
Her father had built it.
Richard had guided her.
The board had supported her.
Luck had favored her.
Markets had helped her.
Anything except the possibility that Catherine Bennett was simply very good at her job.
Richard lowered his voice.
“What exactly do you think Cole wants?”
“Nothing.”
“Everyone wants something.”
“That’s what you’ve never understood.”
Richard laughed.
“You really believe he sat beside you without knowing who you were?”
“Yes.”
“Naive.”
Catherine's jaw tightened.
Richard picked up a folder.
“Cole Woodworks has annual revenue under two million. His home is mortgaged. His daughter’s medical treatment left debt that took years to clear. His wife died without significant life insurance.”
Catherine felt sick.
“You investigated him.”
“I protected you.”
“You invaded his life.”
“Same thing.”
“No.”
The word came quietly.
“No, Richard. It isn’t.”
She took out her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling legal.”
“For what?”
“To remove you as chairman.”
Richard laughed.
Then he saw her expression.
The laughter stopped.
“You don't have the votes.”
“I own fifty-one percent.”
“Your shares are subject to the family governance agreement.”
“Section fourteen allows removal for conduct materially harmful to the company.”
“This has nothing to do with the company.”
“You used company influence to interfere with a vendor’s financing because you disliked my personal relationship with him.”
Richard's face changed.
Catherine continued.
“And you accessed confidential financial information without authorization.”
For once, Richard Vale had nothing to say.
By noon, the board meeting was scheduled for Thursday.
By one, Franklin Commercial Lending called Nathan and told him the review had been closed.
By two, Nathan knew why.
He drove to the Bennett Grand.
Catherine was in a meeting.
He waited outside her office.
An hour later, the door opened.
She emerged with two attorneys.
When she saw him, she stopped.
“Nathan.”
“Can we talk?”
Her face cooled.
“If this is about the bank, it’s handled.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
She walked past.
Nathan followed.
“I owe you an apology.”
Catherine stopped at the elevator.
“Yes.”
He had expected resistance.
The agreement somehow made it harder.
“I was scared.”
“That doesn’t excuse what you said.”
“No.”
The elevator opened.
She stepped inside.
Nathan followed.
“I spent five years convincing myself independence was the same thing as strength.”
Catherine stared ahead.
“I had Emma. My shop. My house. I didn't need anybody.”
“That sounds familiar.”
“I know.”
The elevator descended.
Nathan looked at her.
“When Laura died, people helped. Food. Rides. Money offers. Everybody meant well.”
Catherine listened.
“But after a while, I started hearing every offer as proof that people thought I couldn’t handle my own life.”
The doors opened to the empty mezzanine.
Neither exited.
Nathan pressed the close button.
“I did the same thing to you.”
Catherine looked at him.
“I turned your help into an accusation.”
“You did.”
“I’m sorry.”
The elevator moved again.
Catherine said nothing.
Nathan swallowed.
“And I’m sorry I treated your money like it contaminates everything you touch.”
That reached her.
She lowered her eyes.
“My father used money to control people.”
“I’m not your father.”
“No.”
“And you’re not the people who hurt me either.”
The elevator reached the lobby.
Doors opened.
Still neither moved.
Catherine whispered, “Richard investigated you.”
Nathan stiffened.
“How much?”
“Too much.”
His anger rose.
Catherine continued quickly.
“I’ve started proceedings to remove him as chairman.”
Nathan stared.
“Because of me?”
“Because of him.”
Important distinction.
Nathan understood it.
She looked exhausted.
“What happens now?”
“Board vote Thursday.”
“Will you win?”
Catherine gave a small, humorless smile.
“I don’t know.”
Nathan extended his hand.
Not romantic.
Not demanding.
Simply open.
Catherine stared at it.
“You don't have to do this alone,” he said.
Her eyes filled.
Those words were far more dangerous than a declaration of love.
Because Catherine had been alone so long that companionship felt almost impossible to trust.
Slowly, she took his hand.
Nathan squeezed once.
Thursday morning, every board member arrived.
Richard entered last.
Catherine sat at the head of the table.
Nathan was nowhere nearby.
She had not asked him to come.
He had not offered.
This was her battle.
For three hours, attorneys presented records showing Richard had repeatedly used company relationships for family purposes.
The bank inquiry was only the latest example.
At 12:47 p.m., the vote was taken.
Richard Vale was removed as chairman, seven votes to four.
He gathered his papers.
At the door, he looked at Catherine.
“You will regret choosing him over your family.”
Catherine met his eyes.
“I chose myself.”
Richard left.
Only after the room emptied did Catherine allow her hands to shake.
Her phone vibrated.
Nathan.
One message.
No questions.
No request for results.
Just a photograph.
Emma stood in the workshop holding a crooked wooden sign.
It read:
YOU GOT THIS, SCARY HOTEL LADY.
Catherine laughed.
May you like
Then she cried.
And for once, she did not apologize for either.
