POV: Alexander
The boardroom in Mayfair was a masterpiece of cold, Edwardian elegance—mahogany panels polished to a mirror sheen and windows that looked out over a grey, rain-slicked London. It was the perfect setting for a s*******r.
Alexander sat at the head of the table, his expression a mask of granite. At thirty, he was already the most feared name in distressed debt, a man who had spent his twenties turning Beaumont Holdings into a global weapon. Across from him, the directors of a failing British tech conglomerate were attempting to negotiate the "human cost" of his acquisition.
"Mr. Beaumont, these layoffs would devastate the local economy in Reading," the CEO said, his voice trembling as he gripped a fountain pen like a lifeline. "We were hoping for a more... compassionate inte
