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Before she could stand, she scrambled back up the steps on all fours. Lola glared at Rowena with resentment. She felt as if she were being regarded like an ant as Rowena looked from above. Rowena questioned, "Do you believe that cunning alone can secure everything you desire?" "At least Randall used to be mine," Lola retorted. "That's because I never bothered to compete with you..." "That's correct!" The voice did not belong to Lola but to Randall, who had returned, standing behind Rowena. Startled by the unexpected addition to the conversation, Rowena turned around to find Randall, who had supposedly gone to fetch the car, somehow back. Or perhaps, he had never left.

He looks at me puzzled, but stands and asks. “Can I get a show on hands for all to support setting a date to vote on the future of our C.E. O position?” I smirk as no one raised their hands. Hunter’s face turns red. He realizes that the game is over and once again he’s lost. “Mr. Stern?” He asks pleadingly, but the man just holds his head down and shakes it. “It’s over, Hunter. Please stop wasting our time with this foolishness. We are all very busy individuals.”