Controlling Interests Novels & Stories

Lilith followed him but I didn't care, the others stayed to talk or lounge around while I worked. When noon came around the door opened to reveal a stressed out Amilia, she held a tablet in hand. Striding up to my desk she ignored the others and turned the tablet to face me. "Garza Entertainment wants to do business with us… and they're fucking assholes." She slammed the tablet on my table. "I see. Was it Mary or Jonathan?" I knew these people well, they are assholes. "Mary." She pinched the bridge of her nose. Chuckling I look over at the three and motion to the door.

Jason leaned forward slightly. "If this were truly about shareholder interests, we wouldn't be having this discussion." Nobody spoke. Second Uncle Lu simply smiled. Jason continued. "This isn't about protecting the company." His gaze locked onto his uncle. "It's about control." The silence became heavier. Several executives shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Others avoided eye contact altogether. Because everyone knew he was right. Second Uncle Lu's smile widened slightly. "Control and stability often look very similar." Jason shook his head. "No. Stability creates value. Control creates power."

“Meaning? Sorry that’s a world I know nothing about.” “Meaning my company controls another company or business but most of those businesses operate on their own. So my company has interest in other companies succeeding. Like we have a publishing company, hair salons, a thoroughbred horse farm, rental properties along the beach and some restaurants to name a few. I could buy your restaurant for example but you would control how it operates.” “That sounds like it keeps you busy.” “It can but I delegate what doesn’t need my attention.” “So are we going to this stable of yours then?”

“And?” “They’re naming you as the new legal owner of Carter West.” My heart stopped. “That’s impossible. I testified against them ” He tossed a folder onto the table. “That’s why it’s possible. All the shares, all the remaining control, defaulted to you when the board disbanded. They made it look like punishment, but it’s a trap.” I stared at the papers inside the signatures, the seals, the transfer of ownership. My name is written where hers once was.

“Not control. I’m not like the others who’d try to take your name and silence you behind theirs. I believe in the woman in charge. And I want that for you. Because I know that if it wasn’t the case, you would have allowed your elders as wolves to be your first investors. I understand that you chose independence. And I have no intention of taking that from you.” I studied him carefully. Every word was deliberate. Calculated. His tone soft enough to lower walls, but firm enough to sound like respect. He wasn’t just an investor. He was a player. “You’re charming,” I said finally. “But charm doesn’t change contracts. My terms remain. Fifty percent up front. I retain creative and operational cont

This looked different from the other document she had seen. She pulled it out, this letter headed document belongs to her father's other companies. She read from a clause which made her heart skip, her heart literally stopped beating, 'Upon the occurrence of a Change in Control, the Board of Directors shall have the authority to transfer all or substantially all of the Company's assets to a newly formed entity without shareholder approval," she read out loud. Emery's eyes widened in alarm as she tried to figure it out–this meant the other shareholders had no right to vote?

He especially emphasised on the words ‘who controls’. “What do you mean, Prince Hikari?” Morfan said in a formally obnoxious tone. Not them quarrelling again! I thought. “Control differs from ownership,” Hikari said, and I knew he was hinting at something, but what? “Please clarify,” I demanded.

His face was expressionless, as if he were merely a spectator in a conflict he had actually set into motion. “Grandpa, this has gone too far!” Jonathan’s voice broke the silence. “What Uncle Alex did at the office today is completely unreasonable!” Henry didn’t respond right away. He simply looked at his grandson in silence. Lucas stepped in. “That’s right, Dad,” he said in a controlled tone, though emotion seeped through. “I’ve devoted years to this company. I built many of its branches. I’ve maintained its financial stability all this time.” He paused, then continued more deeply,

“Five years ago, there was a transfer of controlling interest. The documentation indicates that you… relinquished your shares due to prolonged absence and inability to fulfill operational responsibilities.” My jaw tightened, but I did not interrupt. “An interim board was established,” he continued, “and the majority stake was acquired through a private holding entity.” “Which entity?” I asked. He glanced at the page, then back at me. “Davenport Holdings.” The name meant nothing to me. Which meant everything. “Who sits on the board?” I asked.

"Collins, you make it sound so simple. But I'm not sure how to do that. My uncle runs the business. He makes most of the decisions regarding Carlucci Software." "Only until you have controlling interest. Then everyone at the company, including your uncle, will have to dance to your tune, Felicia." "I guess so. But I'd rather be creating software code than running the business." "You know, I bet that's the reason your parents wrote that into their will. I believe they knew that your aunt and uncle would always try to take control of the Carlucci business. They wanted to wait until you were old enough, strong enough and knew enough about the business to take the reins. To keep your uncle from