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Despite the amount of eyes fixated on Asher, his gaze was squarely on Ian who seemed to be vigorously fighting some inner battle that he was well aware of. Asher watched as the papers on Ian's side of the table, crumpled in his fist that had tightened greatly. It gladdened him just to imagine the kind of thoughts that were running through Ian's mind.
He knew the attack he faced in France was instigated by Ian but he had no evidence to pin it on him yet.
With his thin lips pressed tightly, Asher listened to the disagreements that poured out from the shareholders.
His chest tightened hearing them coldly mention his incapability and how they were heavily not in support of Schaeffer's choice. He had no business with them anyways but he figured they might be able to cajole his
