“Now that everyone’s here, let’s discuss how we’re going to handle VistaSphere Group’s current crisis. I want everyone to speak freely—let’s work together to find the best solution possible.”
He finished speaking and glanced at Director Bell, seated to his right.
Director Bell cleared his throat, his tone solemn.
“Frankly, solving VistaSphere Group’s financial difficulties is simple. Ms. Tremaine holds the largest share among all of us. If she’s willing to cash in just 20% of her shares and reinvest the proceeds into the company, that would resolve our financial woes perfectly.”
Everyone in the room immediately shifted their gaze toward Cynthia, watching her with a mix of hope and caution.
Cynthia, however, acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. She kept flipping through the documents in her hands, unbothered.
Father Benedict frowned, watching her, then rapped his knuckles on the table and raised his voice.
“Well? What does everyone think of Director Bell’s suggestion?”
Silence. No one dared voice any objection.
Cynthia finally closed her file and tossed it onto the table. Her eyes, sharp and clear, fixed coldly on Director Bell.
“If it’s really that simple, why don’t you donate some of your own shares, Director Bell? Why not help VistaSphere Group out of this mess yourself?”
Director Bell’s jaw tightened. “Ms. Tremaine, you own the largest stake of any shareholder here. In this crisis, if you won’t step up, who will? And let’s not forget, VistaSphere Group’s troubles began because of you.”
Cynthia smirked. “Sure, you don’t have as many shares as I do, but you have a house, don’t you? You could always sell your house and your car, pawn your belongings, and bail VistaSphere Group out. Isn’t that an option?”
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