My Husband Gave Me a Black Banking Card and $120 Million So He Could Marry His Secretary—I Signed Without a Word…

THE SIGNATURE I NEVER GAVE

I returned to Meridian headquarters the next morning only because human resources required an exit interview.

The lobby was normally crowded with engineers, sales representatives, and delivery managers rushing between meetings.

That morning, dozens of employees stood quietly near the elevators.

Marcus Reed approached first.

“We aren’t resigning because we want to follow you,” he said. “We’re resigning because we’re afraid to stay.”

He handed me a copy of the Aegis One mass-production authorization.

Daniel Price stood beside him, pale and furious.

“My electronic signature