"You should sign the contract, Mr. Townsend. This is the only way to save the Townsend family. I've reviewed the terms. There's nothing wrong with them," Gina Whitman urged, her voice gentle and clear.She was wearing a perfectly tailored bespoke business suit, her gold-rimmed glasses spotless. She'd even thoughtfully poured a glass of warm water and set it in front of my father, Ezekiel Townsend.We were in the top-floor conference room, and the atmosphere was eerily still. A suffocating sense of despair hung in the air.I sat on the couch in the corner, robotically toying with the Rubik's Cube in my hands. It clacked away, but no one paid me any attention.In their eyes, I, Logan Townsend, was nothing but a prop—a dimwit who couldn't understand a word that was being said.Seated in front of me was Lucille Farley, who sipped from her coffee mug. She was the mastermind behind the hostile takeover today. Her notoriety for being a wolf in sheep's clothing preceded her."Time waits
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