Lysander Ashcroft sat at the head of a conference table in a glass tower in the heart of London, and everyone in the room was afraid of him.And it wasn't because he was loud or angry or cruel. He wasn't any of those things. He was worse than that. He was absolutely, terrifyingly in control. His voice never rose above a measured, even tone. His face never betrayed a single emotion. His dark gray eyes swept across the room like a searchlight, missing nothing, forgiving nothing, demanding everything.The deal was worth three billion dollars. It would expand the Ashcroft Empire into Asia, into markets that had been closed to Western companies for decades, into territories that his competitors had been trying to crack for years without success. And Lysander had done it in six months. Six months of negotiations, of backroom meetings, of strategic pressure applied at exactly the right moments. Six months of outthinking everyone in the room.The lawyers on the other side of the table looked
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