His fingers touched the cool paper. The pressure from his board of directors was immense. The prestige was beckoning. But the pit in his stomach had grown into a chasm. He realized that "winning" this deal meant losing his soul.
"You're walking away from forty million dollars over sentimentality?" Marcus laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "You'll be bankrupt by Christmas." Don’t get the deal
Marcus blinked, his smile faltering. "Excuse me? We’ve spent six months on this." His fingers touched the cool paper
The voice was his father’s, rasping and distant, echoing from a memory twenty years old. It wasn't a command; it was a warning Elias had ignored for months. He looked at the CEO, Marcus, whose smile was as polished and cold as the marble floors. Marcus wasn’t buying a company; he was buying a competitor to dismantle it. But the pit in his stomach had grown into a chasm