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I direct my attention to him and let out a heavy sigh.

Your little son has a very active imagination. Jackson, he is not interested in making a profit from this. He has big goals and wants to make the world a better place, which is a commendable objective but not one I can support financially. You jerks, I'm not running a charitable organization.

When I see more sweat appearing on his forehead, a momentary surge of emotion that is almost identical to pity washes over me for a fraction of a second. To our great relief, this won't go on forever. I gave you the chance to explain yourself; but, you decided to instead construct a web of lies instead of taking advantage of the opportunity. It is necessary for him to step aside from his position as CEO, and you must begin the search for a new leader who is capable of really improving the company's financial status. You still have till the end of the week, on the 24th, to make a decision before I cash out my whole investment.

His face pales. "Colton, if you did that, we... we would be out of business in no time," Colton said.

My arms are crossed across my chest as I give a hesitant nod. "Given that this is the situation, I believe it is imperative that you give some real thought to the legacy that you will leave behind."

I struggle to get up, and he does the same thing with the same amount of hesitation at the same moment, his eyes pleading with me. As I stand there watching him go, I call out to him, "Three days," to serve as a reminder. He seems to be in excruciating pain but yet manages to offer a despondent nod and shake his head as he walks away.

Elise arches her brows and looks at me with eyes that are filled with contempt as the door crashes shut behind him. She does this when the door slams shut behind him. When it's just the two of us, she treats me with the greatest respect; but, when others are around, she makes a total fool of me and acts in a manner that is highly unprofessional. I'm not quite sure why I caved in and let her do that; I should probably look into that.

She inquires in a perplexed manner, "Three days?" "You're a monster. Even though you could have easily called an emergency board meeting to replace that kid on your own, you're going to make him stress out over this decision for the whole duration of three days. After all, you have the most substantial stake in the firm of any other stakeholder. Instead, he alleged that you coerced him into coming here and tortured him while he was here.

When I see her, I can't help but smile. The guy added, "I'm not the one who called his child an idiot and toyed with him like he's fucking prey," and he insisted that he was not the one who had done such things. "You've got the wrong person." In addition to that, he was the founder of that company and was responsible for its development from the ground up. It is up to him to decide whether he will let his son ruin it or not. The decision is entirely in his hands. Within the following three days, it ought to be easy for him to find another investor to invest in the company. If he has the same amount of trust in his son's dream that the rest of his family does, then he will behave in accordance with that faith.

She is making preparations to rearrange the papers that are on my desk, and as she does so, the corners of her lips turn upward and she offers a little shake of her head. Even after these last eight years, I am still unable to read her in the correct manner.

I had to make a conscious effort to avert my eyes from her and instead focus on the antique pocket watch that belonged to my paternal grandfather. "Tonight is the night when my grandmother cooks the supper that she prepares for our extended family once a month, and she is looking forward to seeing both of us there." " You need to be conscious of the fact that she detests having to wait around. We will go there together, and then immediately after the function, we will make our way back to the office.