"Either way," the lawyer, Tom Anvil, says sharply, "we need to be there, or we risk losing the acquisition. Maril Food is right now one of the top groups there is. We cannot afford to miss the acquisition talks. Do you know what will happen if another company bids––"
Norman got in Tom's face, suddenly snarling, "Didn't you hear what I said? Adam needs us! Nobody's going to want to acquire his pathetic little business."
I can see that Tom wants to say something, but he's one of the last few staff members Norman has not yet managed to drive away, and I can't let him fire someone like Tom. I immediately step forward, my voice hard. "Fine, I'll call Jonathon and tell him you feel the acquisition is not worth it."
I'm already taking out my phone when Norman grabs my wrist, squeezing it painf
