He signed the divorce papers while his pregnant wife packed one suitcase, never knowing her father could buy his empire before breakfast

stretched wide beyond the glass. Savannah took the head seat.

Not triumphantly.

Calmly.

The interim chairman cleared his throat.

“Congratulations, Ms. Whitmore. The floor is yours.”

Savannah placed both hands lightly on the table.

“Effective immediately, there will be no panic layoffs, no vanity restructuring, and no retaliatory firings,” she said. “We will continue reading …