Chapter 7 - THE SIX-MILLION-DOLLAR QUESTION
GMM Strategic had no employees.
No office.
No payroll.
No previous clients.
Grant argued that did not matter.
It was a special-purpose advisory entity.
He personally did the work.
The fee compensated him.
Emily asked the independent board committee for records of what work GMM performed separately from Grant’s duties as chairman.
The answer was thin.
Meeting notes.
Strategy memos.
Calls.
All things Grant already did as chairman.
Then came something worse.
GMM’s operating agreement named a second beneficiary.
Marcus Bell.
Grant’s private restructuring adviser.
Marcus had negotiated Dalton’s offer.
The fee was not merely Grant paying himself.
It was Grant and the negotiator taking money outside normal compensation.
Still not automatically criminal.
But ugly.
Grant defended it at the board hearing.
“I took no salary for eighteen months.”
True.
“I personally guaranteed emergency debt.”
True.
“I spent thousands of hours keeping these properties alive.”
Probably true.
Then he looked directly at Emily.
“You were happy to let me do it.”
Also true.
Emily did not deny it.
That surprised him.
“Yes.”
The room went quiet.
She continued.
“I let you handle things I should have understood.”
Grant’s expression softened slightly.
Then Emily said:
“That does not mean I agreed to your private fee.”
His jaw tightened.
“I disclosed it.”
“You buried it.”
“It was in the schedule.”
“Nine hundred pages.”
“You had counsel.”
“I had you.”
Silence.
That line mattered more than Emily expected.
Not legally.
Humanly.
Grant had used trust as a substitute for disclosure.
Then the independent director asked:
“If the fee is legitimate, will you waive it and let the deal proceed?”
Grant looked at him.
“No.”
Everyone shifted.
Grant explained:
“If I waive compensation simply because my wife is angry, I validate the idea that my work had no value.”
A strong argument.
Pride disguised as principle.
Maybe principle mixed with pride.
Emily looked at him and finally understood:
Grant did not think he was stealing.
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He thought he was owed.
That belief was the center of everything.
