Benedict drew a deep breath, forcing down his anxiety.
“Cynthia, you know perfectly well I can’t hand over that many shares right now. Are you seriously—”
She cut him off, her tone cold and unyielding.
“I don’t know anything about that.”
“All I know is, VistaSphere Group landed in this mess because of you. Dominic is putting the squeeze on us now—it’s also because of you.”
“I’ve already been more than generous offering you 1% of the shares. What more do you want?”
Benedict shot up from his seat, palms planted on the desk, his face dark with anger.
“Nothing more. In that case, let’s just drag this out and watch VistaSphere Group lose value by the day.”
Cynthia nodded, not missing a beat. “Fine by me.”
She agreed so readily, her expression unchanged, unmoved by his threats.
Benedict’s jaw clenched. On the desk, his fists curled tight.
“Cynthia, do we really have to do this? Burn everything to the ground? Have you forgotten how we built VistaSphere Group together from nothing?”
A faint, almost mocking smile played at the corner of Cynthia’s lips. “Nothing lasts forever, Benedict. I’m not one to cling to the past. People change. Isn’t that what you always told me?”
Benedict’s brow furrowed, frustration swirling in his eyes.
He stood there in silence for a long moment before finally lowering his voice, struggling to keep his temper in check.
“I’m sorry.”
With Fred in the room, that was all he could allow himself to say.
Cynthia didn’t answer. She glanced at him with icy indifference, as if even looking at him a moment longer was a waste of energy.
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