The Revenge of One Humiliated
He drops the sheet on the table, without a word.
Chloé picks it up, reads. A stifled sound, between a sob and a laugh, escapes her.
—It's… it's a purchase offer.
— For what? I ask, my throat dry.
— For everything, Raphaël breathes. The sawmill. The tannery. The transport company. The printing press. A global offer. With… with a clause for total exclusion of the current owners.
Cold invades me, sharp and precise. This isn't help. It's predation. Perfect, clean predation, executed from a distance.