Boardroom Battles
The war began with a single email at 6:47 a.m.
Subject: Tender Offer Voss Industries
Body: We are pleased to announce our intention to acquire a controlling interest in Blackwell Enterprises.
By 7:30 the executive floor was in chaos. Phones rang off the hook, analysts screamed numbers, the PR team drafted frantic statements. Lucian stood at the head of the war room in shirtsleeves, eyes bloodshot, voice lethal calm.
Voss is offering forty-two dollars a share, his CFO barked. That’s a thirty-one percent premium. The street’s going to eat it up.
Then we make them choke on it, Lucian said.
Ava watched from the doorway, coffee forgotten in her hand. She’d seen him in crisis mode before, but never like this, predator unleashed, every inch the ruthless bastard the tab
