Zane.
“…it’s a two-hundred-and-fifty billion dollar project, gentlemen,” I said, letting my eyes sweep across the length of the table, pausing just long enough on the faces that looked most anxious. “And we stand to walk away with fifteen point eight billion in profit. That’s not theoretical. That’s based on real numbers and real conversations that I’ve personally sat in.”
The room was quiet. Ten men and three women in suits, all members of the board, all staring back at me like I was promising to walk on water.
“I’ve done the legwork,” I continued, steady, calm. “We’re in the final lap. Don’t panic just because the other companies are circling. They’re circling because they know we’re close.”
My father sat at the far end of the long table, spine straight as ever, one hand resting on t
