Conflict Of Interest Synonym Novels & Stories

“Oh it should have been, there is absolutely no way I’m going to do anything I do not want to do.” “Not after what you made me go through during those brutal training.” “ I have said it Dante, I would not be going.” He closes the remaining space left between us, until I can no longer escape looking him in the eye. Even in the water, the smell of his black coffee mixes with the chlorine in the water. Making me feel slightly nauseous. “The banquet is an opportunity to present a united front to the public.” “And make them believe, what we say we are is what we are.”

I’m Maya Klein, and five years ago, Kaelnino Nathaniel de Cruz made one thing painfully clear. I was good enough to sleep with. Just not good enough to stand beside him. According to Kael, women like me didn’t simply step into families like his. I didn’t have the money, the name, or the pedigree to become his girlfriend, much less anything more. I could stay his secret. His mistress. Just never his choice. Romantic, right? A few weeks after he humiliated me, I found out I was pregnant with his child. So I left. Kael never found out. And I intended to keep it that way. Five years later, I’m a divorce attorney in Manhattan, which feels appropriately poetic considering my history wi

Thеу tоld me Blake аnd Nеоn wеrе оnсе together аnd thеіr hіѕtоrу was strong, whісh is whу he соuldn’t bе truѕtеd to run the case. I understand whаt a conflict оf іntеrеѕt is, but I dіdn’t trulу think hе wаѕ соореrаtіng wіth Nеоn until I ѕаw wіth my оwn еуеѕ оn thе street in Nеw Jersey.

Someone asked, “Are you personally involved with Elena?” Elena's cheeks heated. Adrian didn't flinch. “My personal relationship with Elena has nothing to do with whether she manipulated a market.” Personal relationship. The phrase hung in the air. Elena stared at him. He had chosen those words carefully. Too carefully. The reporters surged again. “Then what is your relationship?” “Are you dating?” “Is this a conflict of interest?” “Did you know about her investment beforehand?” Adrian raised a hand. “You're asking the wrong question.”

That concerns me more than his complaints. “What.” He swallows. “If it understands multiple viewpoints at once… what happens when it understands conflict.” Silence. Because that is the correct question. Difference is harmless. Conflict is directional. Conflict creates winners and losers. Power. Control. Manipulation. The point waits. Still. As if listening. “It may already understand conflict,” I say. “Yes,” Aidan replies. “But not allegiance.” That matters. Conflict can be observed externally. Allegiance must be chosen. The point shifts toward Aidan’s last vector.

The older man across from me clears his throat. “We have received some concerning reports.” I glance briefly at Selene. Then back at him. “What kind of reports?” “Reports suggesting a conflict of interest.” My stomach tightens. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Selene speaks before anyone else can answer. “It means your professional relationship with the CEO may not be entirely professional.” The room becomes silent. All eyes move toward me. I force myself to stay calm. “That accusation is inappropriate.” “Is it?” Selene replies smoothly.

Cilian adds, "And Alex owns a share in Sinic. I found our while doing my research." My enthusiasm collapses instantly. "Guys, this is impossible. Conflict of interest. You've heard the term, right?" "We know,” Cilian supplies. “But Alex doesn't have to be directly involved. Like with Wood and Ward, he can use a proxy, a front." I stand up abruptly. "This is getting too complicated for me to follow." "You could have a share too, Dana," Cilian says quickly. "Please. This could be huge." Jack adds his voice, "Cilian needs this."

"She's trying to do business with us. This is a massive conflict of interest." "Is it?" I challenge. "We had sex once. A week ago. That doesn't preclude us from doing business with her." "Doesn't it?" Marco stands now too, his grey eyes flashing. "How are we supposed to maintain objectivity? How are we supposed to sit in board meetings with a woman we've all been inside?" The crude phrasing makes me flinch, but he's not wrong. "We're professionals," I say, but even I can hear how weak it sounds. "We can separate business from personal."

There and gone. “Yes,” he said. “Your name is on it,” I said. “Yes.” He set his fork down. Picked up his glass. Drank. Set it back in its exact place. “You are a student in my faculty. When a faculty member has a personal connection to a student a conflict of interest exists. Protocol required the flag.” “We did not have a personal connection when you flagged it,” I said. “The flag came before the contract.” He looked at me directly.

The set of his jaw had changed—still tense, still holding something, but less like a fist and more like a hand waiting to open. "The Austin subsidiary," he said. "I guessed," Elijah said. "They had three separate instances of non-disclosed conflicts of interest in the past eighteen months," Alexander said. "The managing partner knew. The board didn't." He paused, and Elijah watched him make a decision about how much to share. "The managing partner was the one approving the contracts. He had a financial interest in two of the vendors. He didn't disclose it because he knew it would trigger a review." "Is that illegal?"