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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: The Stakeholder

Author: Grandpa preslee
last update publish date: 2026-03-26 03:00:56

The name was Richard Ashby.

I had to look it up. That was the first thing that told me something was wrong, because I had memorised every name on the Blackwood board, every shareholder of note, every figure in the trust structure whose presence could affect the restructuring. I had done this on the plane from Chicago, weeks ago, the way I did things, systematically and without apology, because knowing the room was how you survived it. I knew those names.

Richard Ashby was not on any list I had
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