“Seventy five percent?” One of the partnering CEOs, a bald man possibly in his fifties, exclaimed. “If it flops, it could lead to a high loss ma'am.” A guy with graying hair (though he looked no more than thirty) shook his head.“Too much you're placing at risk.” The guy beside me interjected, brows furrowed. “Flopping would mean dragging us down the mud.”“That's just stupidity if you asked me.” Another said, a red haired female with a gown too tight, I wondered if she could breath in it.Instinctively, I was about to stand up for Chloe, when she spoke, “which is why I didn't ask your opinion, Miss Sanalvi.”The red haired, now known as Sanalvi, stared wide-eyed, obviously shocked by the retort.Even I was surprised. Certainly the good type though.My eyes stayed glued to my ex-wife, watching how she stood, composed, shoulders straightened, head held high, chest puffed slightly.Damn, this woman was not backing out any second from now.And my goodness, I'd be a goat if I didn't admi
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