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AIDEN

I've completely lost my mind. It's an oval room with seats circulated round it, each seat occupied by men and women who could collaborate and turn against me, take away what I've worked half my life for, destroy my professional career, yet in this moment I find it all insignificant. I can't bring myself to express anger or beg them not to turn to the enemies.

I had a dossier from my father on the hotspots. Howard Keller, Sarah Conner and Rivera Marine, they had turned, or were on the brink.

That leaves 7 share holders. It's not so much the numbers, but they key players.

Two of them will stand with my father, they're too terrified to do otherwise, those two would have one each on their team that makes four slightly guaranteed support from whatever gets thrown at me.

The remaining three could swing either way, but if two of them swing towards Tristan, the other will most definitely follow.

There isn't a tie breaker here, it's win or lose.

Their eager eyes bore into mine, but I