His Mistress Answered His Phone, So I Answered His Investors

A woman picked up Bram Talbot's phone at seven forty in the morning and said the shower was running, and the shower in Winnie Talbot's house had been quiet since five fifty.

Nine days of mail sat on the end of the counter. Under the utility bills, a certified envelope from the company's outside counsel, addressed to the Corporate Secretary of Lanewise Logistics, Inc., at 4212 Rosewood Drive, which was the principal office, which was that house. Four pages of confirmatory diligence for a Series B round. Item fourteen: minutes of all shareholder meetings since inception, with a certified stockholder list.

Lanewise had gone fourteen months without an annual meeting. The bylaws required one a year.

Bram had handed his wife the title at a Christmas party in 2019, off a plastic trophy from a party store, and waited for the laugh, and gotten it.

Winnie went home that night and started a minute book.

Six years of consents typed at ten thirty at night. Six years of a green binder laid flat on a closet shelf, next to the vacuum attachments, that no one at that company had asked to see even once.

The diligence period closed in twenty-three days.

She wrote the number on a sticky note and put it inside the front cover.

A standalone revenge story in the Lies, Cheats, & Dirty Deeds series.