They Thought 64 Percent Was Enough to Sell the Company Until an Unexpected Stakeholder Appeared

the one nobody had offered me, and sat down as if it had always been mine.

“This sale is dead,” I said.

Tiffany’s voice rose. “You can’t just…”

“Eighty-two percent,” I said. “I can.”

James Wellington studied me for a long moment, with the careful attention of a man recalibrating an entire situation. He gathered his materials and nodded once at me, not continue reading …