“What do you mean you lost the election?” Theo’s voice thundered through the private lounge. His whiskey glass slammed against the table, amber liquid spilling onto the polished wood.
“Why was there even an election to begin with?”
Ethan leaned back, jaw tight, his expression unreadable beneath the dim golden lights. “Chill, T Kane Russo had more shares than we did. It's obvious he already has the board in his pocket. The meeting just seemed like a formality.” He downed the rest of his drink like it was water. “Everyone was too eager to hand the seat to him. Ms. Bellamy’s nomination didn’t stand a chance.”
Theo shot up from his seat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “You said we had this locked. Months of planning, millions spent—and we still lost to some old man?”
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