CHAPTER 16
Author: Lady D
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The Parkinson Group boardroom was a pit of cobras, and they were all hissing at once. Jace took his seat at the head of the large mahogany table. Reynolds stood like a statue at his shoulder as the wave of their panic crash over him.

“—catastrophic devaluation! Eighteen percent in a single hour!” “My phone has not stopped ringing! Investors are demanding answers!” “Thai is exactly what we were afraid of! Inexperience at the height!”

An older man with a flat face and a too tight collar, Mr Albright, slammed his hand on the table. “This leak, this….this disaster! It never happened under Jonathan’s watch. He would have contained it.”

Jace folded his fingers together, with a calm expression on his face. “And how would he have contained a leak of internal financials, Mr Albright? By wishing it away?”

A woman with iron rimmed glasses, Miss Theroux, leaned forward. “Don’t be funny. This is serious. The vultures are circling. We have shareholders ready to sell immediately at the opening bell
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