***Beach House***
Jonathan and Jennifer had gotten up early, and had just finished breakfast on the terrace.
Jonathan's PI had come by with the report. Jonathan called Lt. Grey, and confirmed that the Manley's had confessed and mentioned Jack Bolivar as the mastermind behind the whole thing.
He called a few of the board members, and convinced them to call an emergency meeting, and to not tell anyone what the purpose of the meeting was.
They assured him they would, and ended up calling him back with the details.
"Today, Hart Industries, 11 a.m. Conference room upstairs".
"Great, see you then".
Jennifer had Jonathan take her home so that she could get a nicer outfit to wear to the meeting.
Jonathan's contractor was there, and his crew was stripping the paint off the walls.
Jennifer ran upstairs quickly, and grabbed a nice outfit. She changed in her closet, and then came back down to the car. Jonathan had changed into a suit in his closet also.
They got in the car and headed to Hart Industries.
***Hart Industries***
They parked, and then walked inside. They were holding hands, and Jonathan had a big envelope he was carrying. Stanley had helped to organize all of this. He ushered them into a room that was right off the conference room.
The meeting started at 11, and Stanley announced Pamela Westgate as the person who called the meeting.
Jack Bolivar was incensed.
"We have no reason to have this meeting".
"Yes, we do, Mr. Bolivar".
The door opened and Jonathan and Jennifer came walking out.
"Surprised to see me, Mr. Bolivar?"
He nodded slowly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this envelope in my hand spells it all out. Jack Bolivar hired his sister and brother-in-law and his brother-in-law's sister to get me out of the way so he could take over this company."
"Why would I do a thing like that? How could I even do that? Come on, Jonathan. Use your head…"
"I'll gladly tell you how. You hired a lady named Anna, to romance our houseman, Max. You paid her to move to San Francisco and talk him into moving with her. He did, and she promptly locked him in an apartment and left him alone. Meanwhile, we needed household help, so you hired your sister and brother-in-law, Stefan and Rebecca Manley, to come work for us. They moved in, and started poisoning our food and drinks. We were having the bedroom and bathroom painted, and they painted the poison on the walls as well. As a result, my wife started getting sicker and sicker. Darling, do you want to tell him what your symptoms were?"
"Headaches, horrible, horrible headaches. Body aches, dizziness. Loss of appetite. My legs stopped working, Mr. Bolivar. Completely stopped working. I became emotional and confused, I was sleeping at all hours. I still have trouble remembering some things, but it's getting better."
"His plan was to get my wife sick enough to make me walk away from here and then he could take over the company. He didn't realize that she is the most important thing in my life every single day, sick or not. A coup was simply not necessary."
He opened the envelope and took out the documents.
"Now, I realize that I have been removed as CEO. But do you really want the person leading this company to be someone who would stoop so low as to poison someone else? The Manley's used Ketamine to poison her. They even put it on a washcloth and put it in her car, so that she would still be inhaling it when she was driving. She could have killed someone, or worse, she could have been killed herself. Is that really who you want to lead you?"
Jennifer stepped forward. "You tried to have me sickened, or probably even killed. And I'm right here, standing by Jonathan 100%, like I always have, and always will. It's a shame that you don't have anyone to stand by you, Mr. Bolivar".
"You had no right to fire me all those years ago on the dock that day, and you have no merit for this ridiculous move right now!"
Pamela Westgate turned to Jonathan.
"What is he talking about, on the dock?"
"Years ago, there was a dock scandal happening with one of my companies. I worked there undercover and exposed it, and got into a scuffle with the dock manager. He called his 'boss' and Jack Bolivar showed up in a limousine, and basically admitted to the scandal. He threatened me and told me that he was the Richard Shell, VP of Hart Shipping Lines. I told him that I was Jonathan Hart, the owner of Hart Industries, and that he was fired. I did some checking the past few days, and it seems that Richard Shell changed his name to Jack Bolivar several months ago".
"Hart, I'll get you for this!" Jack Bolivar was pointing at him and was extremely red in the face.
Pamela Westgate looked at the other board members.
"Shall we put it to a vote?"
They nodded.
They unanimously voted to remove Jack Bolivar as the CEO of Hart Industries, effective immediately.
Jack Bolivar stormed out. Stanley went and called security, and they said he would have 4 hours to clean out his office and vacate the premises.
"Thanks everyone. It was great to see you all. If you'll excuse me, my wife and I are going home."
They left the boardroom, and were in Stanley's office chatting with him.
"I'm going to start another company, Stanley. And I want you to be my right hand man".
"I wouldn't be anywhere else, sir".
Just then Pamela Westgate came in.
"Jonathan, Jennifer, would you please follow me?"
"Certainly".
They followed her and ended up back in the board room.
"Everyone in favor, say aye".
"Aye".
"Then it's unanimous. Jonathan Hart, is hereby reinstated as the CEO of Hart Industries, effective immediately".
The board room erupted in a cheer of applause.
Jennifer chuckled and threw her arms around his neck.
"Way to go darling".
"Couldn't have done it without you".
He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her.