Edward’s pov“My answer is no,” I said firmly. “As long as I have a say, the answer is no.”“And as long as I have a say,” Carlson countered smoothly, “the answer is yes. Don’t forget, Edward, we’re equals here. Equal shares, equal votes. Your word isn’t law.”I turned toward him slowly, eyes narrowing. “This isn’t about shares. This isn’t about Frank. This is about you. You’re dragging him back in here to spite me.”Carlson’s smile sharpened, wolf-like. “Spite? No. Strategy. You’ve gotten too attached to certain staff, Edward. It clouds your judgment. Makes you weak.”It was a deeper cut than I’d intended. But he’d drawn it, expertly.“Mind your words,” I said.He leaned back, hands folded across his chest, satisfied. For a long second, the room was tense… silent but for a hum like live wire. Frank sat there looking smug as a goddamn bullfrog, Carlson grinning like the devil, and I caught right in between, wondering why I shouldn’t put both of them through the window.At that moment
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