Albert glanced at Philip with a mix of irritation and urgency, "Enough with the chit-chat, guys. It's go time!"

Clayton slumped in his chair, looking like a man who had just had his soul sucked out of him.

Betrayal from Philip and his crew was infuriating, sure.

Carl turning on him was downright hateful.

But betrayal from Albert and Florian? That was a knife to the heart.

In that moment, in the bustling conference room, only he and Alden were seething with a mix of anger and pain.

The rest? They were practically throwing a party.

After all, Clayton's fall from grace meant they could milk Hawkins Sea-freight for all it was worth.

And thanks to the contracts they'd cunningly signed in advance, Clayton's shares were about to be up for grabs. That spelled big bucks for everyone else.

took the floor, setting the stage for the vote that was about

voting rights. So today,

may cast your vote for Mr. Hawkins or for Philip. Once the votes are

first to throw his hat

was quick to follow suit, "Same

"Philip for me as

"Philip" echoing through the

smirking at Clayton with that smug look of triumph only

were a tight line, his face an ashen hue of rage. He

against him. How could

was clear: Philip had

of the shares,

he turned to Clayton, "Mr. Hawkins, congratulations. From this moment on, Hawkins Sea-freight is no longer your concern. Time to retire,

a quivering

our rules, Philip will now be the new president of Hawkins

chorus of "No objections" filled

a clear, feminine voice cut through the

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