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She quickly grabbed it off the shelf and flipped through the pages until she reached chapter four. She stopped at the passage she had been reading earlier. "Know Your Enemy," it read. Jewel sat there for a moment, trying to process it all. Then something caught her eye. She saw the author of the book's name: Sun Tzu. A chill ran down her spine. She knew exactly what it meant. And it explained why she had seen so many strange things recently. Sun Tzu was the author of The Art of War. He was the legendary military strategist who inspired the character played by Kenneth Branagh in the movie Mulan.

KANE’s POV “Treat your men as you would your own beloved sons. And they will follow you into the deepest valley.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War A cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Sergio’s haven looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Sergio’s guards carry as they patrol the premise. Russo, who is the stealthiest amongst us raises his hand ever so slightly, forming the number seven with his fingers.

Yes, it must have taken him so long to shuffle across the field that he’d started to burn. His attention was on the trainees. I followed his gaze, bracing my hands on the armrests of my chair. “It's good to challenge them. They should be prepared to do battle in any element. Sun Tzu said, ‘Plan for what is difficult while it is easy.’” Julian turned to me, eyebrows lifted. “Have you ever actually read Sun Tzu?” “Of course I have,” I lied. I had a list of famous quotes from The Art of War. Who had time to read the actual book?

“Read it. Best work of literature ever.” “I thought you were joking when you said The Art of War is your favorite book,” my woman mutters as she pages through it. “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle,” Alexei quotes the book. “Sun Tzu was a wise man.” “I like the sound of that,” Anya says, a smile curving her lips. She starts to read, and Alexei leans closer, pointing out more quotes. That’s what a father should be like. Emotion wells in my chest because Alexei is a father to us all.

He just wanted to spend his time in prison reading. “What’s my problem? Are you blind? Can’t you see that I am playing basketball? Seeing you reading here really affected my vibes,” Trent said unreasonably. He then looked at the book on the floor and sneered, “My, my, Sun Tzu’s Art of War. Looks like someone is educated. What are you going to do with it? Lead an army into war? We are now living in a high tech era. This book is way out of date, idiot.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Nollace answered patiently, “It’s a book regarding the art of war that I read in the past. It has been passed down since ancient times. It says that one won’t have to worry about the outcome of a war if they know themselves and their enemy well. If they only know themselves well but not their enemy, they might lose their battle. However, if they don’t know themselves and their enemy well, they will lose all their battles.” King William nodded understandingly and said, “It seems like I need to read that book when I’m free.”

Jasper will have all the reports compiled. Second, financial power plays. Mergers, acquisitions—understanding where leverage exists and who is desperate enough to make a deal. And third—the art of war. Because business is war. As Lao Tzu said in his book Tao Te Ching, "Know when to move forward, when to retreat, and when to let the enemy defeat himself." It's all about strategy. Anticipation. Precision. And tomorrow, I intend to win.

He meant it and I had to watch what I say or do around him or Nigel. “The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. Shin Tzu something,” “Sun Tzu,” I corrected. “What do you mean by that?” “It means I know Nick,” I said his name trying to see if he would react but he didn’t so I continued, “And right now I know he is making his move or moves. I know he isn’t done yet.” “What are you saying?” James' focus was on me now. “Have you ever heard of the saying, Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary mome

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

Only the two of them, alone at the top of the world. As they ate, Brian unwound in a way that Davidson had never witnessed. He spoke not of commerce, but of philosophy. He referenced Sun Tzu not regarding corporate conflict, but the art of leadership and insight. He questioned Davidson on a new Medici biography he was reading, his eyes focusing intently upon Davidson's face as if every word was gold.