Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen - Game on

“What are we going to do?” Roland was pacing around Kent’s office like a madman.

“Did you see the way that Victoria reacted?” Roland sneered, “I have to give credit where credit is due." Roland mimicked Victoria’s words in a mockingly high-pitched tone: “I felt like strangling her right there.”

“Would you stop pacing like a maniac? Shut up and let me think,” Kent hissed.

Roland stood still but continued talking. “I knew it. I knew we shouldn’t have underestimated him. You were too laid back about the whole thing and now look. He made himself look like a hero in front of everyone. I bet Mr. Harrington already knows about it.”

“Mr. Harrington’s opinion is irrelevant. He has no shares, so he can’t vote,” Kent said, his voice coming out louder than he expected.

“He may not have shares, but he has influence in this company. People look up to him.” Roland said.

“I don’t give a damn about his influence. Right now, the only people who matter are Frank and Victoria,” Kent insisted. “But you’re