During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

3: The Boardroom Guillotine

The final confrontation was orchestrated forty-eight hours later in the sprawling, glass-walled apex of Sterling Holdings. The boardroom floated fifty stories above the city, a pristine sanctuary of polished mahogany and panoramic views that seemed entirely divorced from the rubble and tragedy below.

I sat at the head of the continue reading …