"You're walking away from forty million dollars over sentimentality?" Marcus laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "You'll be bankrupt by Christmas."
The fluorescent lights of the boardroom hummed, a sharp contrast to the suffocating silence. Elias sat across from the CEO of Miller Dynamics, his hand hovering near a fountain pen that suddenly felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. On the mahogany table lay the contract—a merger that would make Elias a multi-millionaire and secure his company’s legacy. Don’t get the deal. Don’t get the deal
"Everything looks in order, Elias," Marcus said, his voice smooth as oil. "Sign on the dotted line, and we can all go to lunch." "You're walking away from forty million dollars over
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. On the mahogany table lay the contract—a merger
Marcus blinked, his smile faltering. "Excuse me? We’ve spent six months on this."