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.

stage for the

per our rules, any shareholder not present has effectively forfeited their voting rights. So today, only 85% of the shares will be in

for Philip. Once the votes are counted, the one with the

the first to throw his hat in the ring, "I'm voting

suit, "Same here, Philip

chimed in, "Philip for me as

"Philip" echoing through the room

with that smug look of triumph

line, his face an ashen hue of rage.

uncles-turned against him. How

meeting wrapped up, it was clear:

45% of the shares, Philip has won. Mr. Hawkins,

congratulations. From this moment

a quivering

added, "According to our rules, Philip will now be the new president of Hawkins Sea-freight. Any

"No objections"

feminine voice cut through the noise, "I

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