Because of me, the Hensons and the Gilberts had been DM Biotech's strategic partners for years. This time, to demonstrate their commitment before the deal was even finalized, they'd sunk the bulk of their liquid capital into purchasing production equipment.
Keep pushing, Nora. Please.
The more they overplayed their hand, the clearer their true colors became. Once their capital was locked up with no way out, bankruptcy wouldn't be far behind.
My assistant stood in rigid silence. Carter's face had gone ashen. He forced the words out between his teeth.
"So you've even bought off a lowly assistant. Impressive, Amanda. Fine—I'll call Anna myself."
"And when I do, you can all get thrown out of this project together!"
My assistant moved to stop him. I held her back.
"Let him call."
Carter pulled out his phone. A few seconds passed.
In the quiet corridor outside the lab, a crisp ringtone echoed off the walls.
It was coming from me.
