The air conditioning in the Thorne Enterprises boardroom was set to sixty-eight degrees, but Lysander Thorne was sweating through his shirt."We are delisted, Lysander! Delisted!"Mr. Henderson, the oldest member of the board, slammed his fist onto the polished mahogany table."The stock is trading at eighty cents over the counter! The factory is a pile of ash! The insurance company has flagged us for fraud! We are bleeding out!"Lysander stood at the head of the table, his hands gripping the back of the Chairman’s leather chair—the chair his father had sat in, the chair he had inherited. He looked haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair unkempt."Calm down!" Lysander shouted, his voice cracking. "I have it under control. The heavy trading volume this morning... someone is buying up the outstanding shares. It’s a White Knight.""Who?" a female board member demanded. "Who would buy a burning building?""A foreign investor," Lysander lied, though he half-believed it himself. "I have
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