Controlling Interests Novelas e Histórias

"Quit speaking in riddles. Am I wrong? If he gave you all his shares and complete control over the company, what leverage would he have left?" Jasper started to explain. "He has all sorts of tactics up his sleeve. Doing business isn't as easy or straightforward as you think. Even if he gives all his shares, what about the other shareholders of the company? "In business, winning people's hearts is key. As long as the senior executives in the company remain, Infotech still belongs to Christopher. Giving you all his shares just means that he loses out on the dividends and profits. "That's just temporary for him. He'll find some way to take it back eventually."

I ask, my voice sharper than I intend. Andrea doesn’t flinch. She never does. Instead, she slides a folder across the table, her polished nails tapping once for emphasis. “Control. Influence. If he can destabilize the leadership — create the appearance of chaos — he doesn’t need to take the CEO seat to win.” I flip through the papers, scanning financial data, emails, and records of recent share acquisitions under names I don’t immediately recognize. Sterling’s buying power is spread across a web of intermediaries, each one designed to keep his movements under the radar.

I pleasantly say. "Who are you to speak?" Another sharp voice cuts in. "You just bought the shares,lady! You don't control us." I sigh. "You men really dwell on non important stuffs. But since you want me to execute my power,I'll do it." Murmurs fill the room. I stand and move to the front. "But first,I need you to know where I stand. I have a controlling intent to basically…everything. What you people don't know is that I have a say in everything that happens in this company. Whoever has a problem can leave."

“I don’t run from that anymore.” They shook hands. The contact was brief. But the room felt it. The meeting started like a negotiation. It didn’t stay that way. Castor slid a file across the table. “We’ve acquired controlling interest through third-party holdings. By the end of today, this company won’t legally be yours.” A few people gasped. Melissa opened the file, flipped through it once, then closed it. “You’re wrong,” she said. Castor leaned forward. “Check again.”

“Excuse me? Who the hell are you?” Justin dropped a folder nonchalantly on the table in front of him. “For your information.” As Bruce reached for it, Justin added, “You’ll find everything in there. Signatures, seals, and transfer confirmations.” Then, he addressed the rest of the room. “As of hours ago, Banks’ International now holds a controlling interest in Keystone Holdings.” The sentence dropped like a heavy weight. Somewhere between the shock and whispers, Ary spoke. “I believe,” he said, his voice smooth and unhurried, “that makes this my boardroom.”

He reached for the book and turned it slightly so it faced him more. “Look again,” he said, pointing at the chart from earlier. “This section shows voting shares. You understood that part.” “Because you explained it.” “You still caught on quickly.” I leaned forward again, following where his finger rested on the page. “So if someone controls the majority of these votes,” I said slowly, “they basically control the direction of the company.” “Yes.” “And the board can’t override that?” “Not easily.” I looked at him. “That sounds like a lot of power.”

“I’m taking you back to your pack. It’s dangerous out here.” “But they’ll detain you, and punish you.” I roll my eyes again and look around us. “In about five minutes the wind coming from the east will blow the scent of these dead rogues right into the noses of the boarder control of your pack. They’ll alert your Alpha and soldiers will be sent to this location to gather evidence. While it’s not illegal to kill a rogue, on this large of a scale there will be questions. I run back east, they find a way to track me and question me. I stay here and they find me, I’m detailed and punished anyways. I take you back to your pack, I’m detained and punished. I knew what I was risking.”

I wasn'’t sure who it would be, but it really didn’t matter, I knew none of them would really resist me, not if they had me for themselves. Lo and behold, as expected, when the owner of the room came in, it was clear he was trying to hold back, but there were no words needed to be exchanged for him to realize we both wanted this. Now that I was being pounded into, I realized how loud they made me be. Elijah was so good at what he did. And the cocky asshole knew that much, He knew exactly how to position me so that his cock was reaching deep within me, stroking the deepest part in my core. I was struggling to control my noises, the way his hand slid from my shoulder blades to the back of my n

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

It was less than we feared but enough to give them controlling interest in our practice. "That leaves us with 49%," Sarah said, her tone deliberately light. "Not much wiggle room there, is there?" Julian's expression softened slightly. "We have no intention of interfering with your day-to-day management or healing decisions. Our interest is primarily financial and research-based." "And what about our healing formulations?" I asked, protective of my parents' legacy. "Would we maintain control over those?" "Absolutely," Julian assured me. "Your expertise is precisely what makes this venture valuable to us."