Legacy Unraveled (Kendall Roy X Reader)

Chapter Ten

In the soft morning light, Emma was trying to distract herself, flipping pancakes in her upscale kitchen. The rhythmic sizzle and occasional bubble seemed to be the only sounds in the entire apartment until a knock echoed through. Without waiting for her response, the door swung open and Kendall stepped inside, looking a mixture of determined and disheveled.

"Hey," he began, taking in the scene. "Didn't expect you'd be... fucking... making pancakes on D-day."

Emma gave him a wry smile. "Trying to keep it normal, I guess. Want some?" She gestured with the spatula.

He hesitated, then shrugged, walking over to the counter and pouring himself a coffee. "Why the hell not? Might be the last normal thing today."

They both knew the weight of what was coming. Emma took a deep breath, "Kendall, about yesterday and... Lukas's proposal—"

He held up a hand. "Don't. Don't even mention that sociopath's proposition. We'll figure it out."

A moment of silence lingered between them, filled with the hiss of the frying pan and the faint hum of city traffic below.

"You know," Kendall finally said, gazing at the cityscape, "I've been in a lot of board meetings, a lot of battles. But this... this feels different."

Emma nodded in agreement. "We're fighting for more than just the company, aren't we?"

He turned to look at her, his expression softening, "Yeah. We're fighting for our legacy, our family's honor, for everything we've worked for. And," he took a deep breath, "for your choice, your freedom."

Emma put down the spatula, wiping her hands on a towel. "Well then," she declared, determination creeping into her voice, "let's not keep them waiting."

Kendall smiled, finishing off his coffee. "Let's fucking do it."

The sleek exterior of Waystar belied the turmoil within. The anticipation was palpable as employees hurried about, aware that today's board meeting would decide the company's fate. Emma's heels clicked against the polished marble floors, the sound echoing her resolve. Her trio of trusted assistants — Claire, Abigail, and Sean — quickly fell into step with her.

"Alright, team," Emma began crisply. "Today's not just another day. It's the fucking judgment day for Waystar. We've got our work cut out."

Sean, with a hint of trepidation, asked, "How do you want us to roll? All guns blazing?"

Emma shot him a look, "This isn't a firefight, Sean. It's a dance. Delicate, precise. Claire, I want you on Ewan. He's Logan's brother, but his vote's up for grabs. He's a stickler for corporate governance. Remind him of Matsson's history."

Claire nodded sharply. "Consider it done."

Abigail tilted her head, ever so slightly. "I'll take Sandi. She's ambitious, and I think she'd prefer a Roy at the helm than an outsider. Plus, she owes us a few favors. Time to cash that in."

Emma smirked, "Use whatever leverage we have. But be discreet. And Sean, you're on Paul and Dewi. They're the fence-sitters. Make them see the light."

Sean nodded, determination clear in his eyes. "Alright. I'll work the angle that Matsson's more of a liability. His sociopath tendencies, past controversies — it's all fair game."

Emma paused, "And Frank? He's a wild card."

Claire, with a slight grin, interjected, "Leave Frank to me. Old pals, remember? Plus, he's got a soft spot for family legacy."

Emma took a deep breath. "Stewy's with us, but keep an eye. We can't afford any last-minute switches. And Abigail, take a run at convincing him to openly advocate for Kendall."