All Chapters of Rise Of The Trillionaire: Robert Jackson: Chapter 131
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE
At six forty AM Robert landed.This time Dave was not at the airport. Dave had already been at office putting together the team. Robert had been texting in Singapore before boarding and Dave had used the eleven-hour window to prepare the conference room and ensure that all concerned persons were in attendance and attentive when Robert walked through the door.Robert went home first.Twenty minutes. He got in the shower and dressed himself and stood in the kitchen a moment as he drank a coffee he made hastily while standing up. The room was silent. Roxanne had left already to the office. He had sent her a message from the plane. She had responded and used three words. Come home safe. This is what she always says. He had read them in the air, and had known just what they were and what he was going to do with them.He laid the coffee aside. He took up his keys.When he arrived at seven fifty the conference room was crowded.Marcus, holding his notepad and at the table. Dave standing at t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO
The article was on a Friday morning.Robert was at his desk reading the Thursday execution plan when he was knocked by his communications director and she entered with the look she gave things when they needed immediate attention and she was not yet certain how much immediate attention they needed.She put a print page on his table. She said nothing. She stood back.Robert glanced at the publication. A major outlet. Access both financial and lifestyle media. The type of publishing that individuals not in the business sector would read during the weekend mornings.He read the headline.He read the article.He put it down.He picked it up and read it over.It was built up in a story with a certain polish of one who had received correct information and the correct framing dictum. Nothing fabricated. Nothing that it can be questioned as false. Only three facts of truth in a series which made a story that Robert had never told, and of which he had never hoped that it should be told.The en
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE
At six fifty Robert was home.He had walked out of the office when Dave was still working and Marcus was still constructing the legal filing and the Thursday execution plan was lying on the conference room table awaiting the morning. He had gone because he had said to Roxanne that he would be there by seven and there were things which were more important than being in a building.Roxanne was already at home.She was in the living room. Not the kitchen. Not working. Seated in the armchair before the window with her legs drawn up and her phone face down on the cushion next to her. It was Friday evening in the city outside. Lit and all and totally indifferent.When he entered she looked up.He was sitting on the opposite side, the sofa. Not beside her. Across. He would have liked to see her face straight and she would have liked to see his face.He gazed upon her a little.She waited.“I will tell you all,” he said. “Not the one which makes me look better. All. And I want you to let me f
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR
Diana saw the article at seven AM.At this time she was at her desk, drinking the first cup of coffee when the alert was received in her phone. She read the headline. She read the article. She read it the second time with a particular care of one who sees the construction as opposed to the content.She dropped the phone.She sat awhile with it.Then she got out of her desk and took her jacket and her keys and went to find Roxanne.She did not call ahead. She thought it and decided not to do so since a phone call would provide Roxanne with a choice to say no and Diana did not wish to provide her with the choice. Not that she was going to override the decisions of Roxanne. Because she was aware that a few conversations must be done face to face and that giving someone the way out before the conversation had started was a form of self-protection, not service.This was not in the interest of safeguarding herself.At eight fifteen she arrived at the penthouse. She rang the bell. She waited
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE
Twenty minutes later Robert was home.When she called, he had been at his desk. Before the call was completed, he had risen, and carried off his jacket and walked away without giving anybody an idea of where he was going. Dave spotted him on the other side of the office and made no comment. Dave never needed any explanation as to when it was not necessary.As he entered the door, Roxanne was standing in the living room.Not sitting. Standing. The exact position of a person who has arrived at a decision and is now prepared to present it and does not desire the luxury of a sitting position when they do.He closed the door. He looked at her.“Diana came,” Roxanne said."I didn't ask her to," Robert said.“I know you didn't,” Roxanne said. “She came because she wanted to come, because she had something to say to me directly, she did not want to leave it to chance or to the article or to any other form of the article which I might construct myself.”Robert gazed at her. “What did she say t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX
Thursday arrived with a grey sky and still air.By six AM Robert was in the office. He entered the conference room, which had already been lit. Marcus was present in company with three legal associates and a filing document which ran to forty pages, and was subject to review and revision until every sentence was loaded with just the weight it had to bear and not more.Dave came at half past six. He sat opposite Robert and placed his phone on the table and gazed at the execution plan lying between them."Carlisle confirmed at five," Dave said. “Node two is prepared, he can come into execution with your signal.”"Victoria?" Robert said.Dave said, "She called me at four thirty. She has already talked to two of the three investors. Preliminary talk. The third she is calling this morning.“The third is the critical one,” said Robert.“She knows,” Dave said.Marcus raised his eyes on the filing document. “The legal strike is ready to file the minute you say so. Judge assignment has been co
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN
The first validation was at eleven AM.Brighton brought it over to Marcus who was keeping an eye on the legal system since the time of the filing at nine. The two transfer papers were already flagged as pending judicial review. The legal staff of Wei Liang had already filed a counter in less than forty minutes. Fast and professional. Precisely what a permanent standby legal team would produce.Marcus read the counter-filing. He looked up.“The counter is good,” he said. “Their attorneys are quite good.” He paused. “But the filing is not invalidated. The judicial review procedure has been initiated, and cannot be prevented by a counter-filing.”“It is node one that is holding,” Robert said."Node one is holding,” Marcus affirmed.At eleven thirty Dave was first told the first update by Carlisle. He read, and handed over his phone to Robert.The channel interruption of communication had been made clean at nine AM. The network of the operations of Wei Liang had broken up in the very way
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT
The message of Wei Liang was on a Friday morning.Robert was sitting at his desk, going through the documentation on the post-execution that Marcus had prepared overnight, when his personal phone buzzed with a message that was sent to him by a number that he did not recognise. He gazed at it awhile. Then he opened it.The message consisted of four sentences. Precise. No greeting. No name at the end.The existing campaign parameters are no longer operationally viable. I am willing to step out of any and every position which I am presently occupied in, to the disadvantage of Zenco Enterprise and its allied affairs. In return I would ask you to withdraw the judicial challenge to the transfer documents and not help the FBI in case of any issues related to my business activities. Do you have an answer?Robert read it twice.He placed the phone with the face down on the desk.He took it up again and read it.He looked out of the window. At the Friday morning outside. At the city, with its d
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE
On Monday, Wei Liang withdrew.Not dramatically. Not by the utterance of the word, or by the gesture or any of those visible processes by which men endeavoured to make the withdrawal known. Quietly. Methodically. Precisely as he had come bit by bit, step by step, in a series which made logical sense to him alone, and which could be seen as a pattern only when a sufficient number of pieces had been shifted.The first sign was observed by Robert at 4 pm on Monday. A regulatory investigation that had been ongoing against one of the subsidiary operations of Zenco had become silent. Not closed formally. The investigating body merely ceased to respond to the requests of the team of Marcus for clarification. The particular inactivity of a process that has stopped moving but hasn't reached conclusion.Marcus flagged it. Robert noted it. Neither took immediate action.On Tuesday morning the second sign came. A journalist in the trade publication who had been writing a steady stream of negative
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY
On a Wednesday morning Victoria had gone to the office of Robert.She went without her lawyer. Without her assistant. Without the folder of papers which had always accompanied every other visit. She entered with nothing, but the special energy she always possessed and the special expression of a woman who had determined exactly what she wanted to say and then made her step pass through the door.Robert was expecting her. Not this particular day. But the visit itself was determined by the execution of Thursday and he had known that it was coming in the sense that you know when you are about to have a conversation that the conditions which brought about that conversation have been decided.She sat down.He waited.“The withdrawal of Wei Liang is real,” she said."Yes," he said.“The report of Carlisle,” she said. “Dave has sent me the corresponding passages.”“I asked him to,” Robert said.Victoria gazed at the table between them. Then at Robert. She was looking in a way that she had al