Elliott Spencer Leverage Novels & Stories

"Currently, we all need financial leverage to some extent to use as a tool in the current environment …" Grace used five minutes to explain the method and strategies of using financial leverage, drawing waves of praise from the crowd. Their eyes were filled with admiration for Grace. Shirley didn't want to give up and continued asking several difficult questions, all of which Grace managed to cleverly answer. After a round of questions and answers, Grace received high praise and acknowledgement from several of the business elite. When she left the stage, many of them went up to her to speak to her. At this moment, Grace was the center of attention.

Spencer only brought Maren and a few of his subordinates. Ellena looked around the basement. This place was so big, there must be quite a few exits. It was only then that she realized what Spencer meant when he said he wanted to make a bet with her. No matter if it was the front door or the back door, Edward would not be able to block them in these two places. Because Spencer did not plan to leave directly. Spencer's identity, name, and actions could all be fake, but his PhD in psychology must be real.

"More than he deserved. I practically handed him a loaded gun and he somehow managed to shoot himself in the foot." I hummed, swirling my wine, a chuckle escaping my lips. "Sounds like him." "He had leverage, Spencer. Leverage." Dante leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes bright with disbelief. "And instead of using it, he sat on it like a confused chicken waiting for an egg to hatch." I couldn't help the small huff that escaped. "You're disappointed."

I murmured to myself, the seatbelt pressing against my body as Spencer drove toward home. I recalled a conversation I’d had with Spencer. He worked with Elliot and, as always, was well-informed about everything happening at work. I decided, indirectly, to probe for more about Elliot. "I remembered you mentioned Elliot’s working at Carter’s Wine," I said to Spencer in a casual tone, trying to keep the conversation light. "How’s it going there?"

“Now we’re talking.” We spent the next hour going over every possible angle, every weak spot in Spencer’s life that we could exploit. His business, his relationships—everything was on the table. Heather, with her network of contacts and resources, would be able to dig up what we needed. We planned to hit him where it hurt most: his family and his company. “Start with his business,” I said, my mind racing. “Spencer’s Group is everything to him. If we can cripple that, he’ll lose everything. The money, the power. His reputation.”

Alessandro replied calmly. “I forced clarity.” Dante studied him. “In my era, leverage was financial.” “In this era", Alessandro answered, “leverage is reputational.” Silence. “You did not overextend,” Dante added. “No.” “You priced your conviction correctly.” A pause. “And you accepted the cost.” Alessandro nodded once. “Yes.” For the first time, Dante’s approval was unguarded. That evening at the penthouse, Elara stood beside the window as city lights shimmered below.

Clara’s smirk deepened. “And then we destroy him.” Spencer’s gaze flicked to her. “Not destroy,” he corrected calmly. “Control.” There was a difference. And we all knew it. Clara let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head slightly. “Same thing in the end.” Spencer didn’t argue. Instead, he looked back down at the envelope, his fingers tightening slightly around it. “This gives us leverage,” he said. “Public image, custody battle… everything.” My eyes narrowed slightly.

"Change the profit splitting so Spencer Corporation gets 90%, and the Eckharts get 10%." What? At Damian's words, everyone's facial expressions changed once again.

"Even if I didn't marry into the Layton family, you, Lorelei, will only ever get to dream about being near them! Too bad; I'm a part of the Layton family now. What can you do? "Besides, with or without my title as Mrs. Layton, you'll forever be trampled under my feet." She laughed devilishly. "While you… Well, you're practically already useless now. I can't imagine how you'll fend for yourself if you ever leave your family." Lorelei finally piped up. "Lucille, you bitch. How dare you—" "Shut up, Lorelei!" Elliot chided her with a frown. Was she blind or dumb? Why would she go and humiliate a woman that Spencer so clearly adored?