The Takeover Book Novels & Stories

Luca said without turning. “I’m not here for small talk.” He turned slowly, calm as ever. “Of course not. You’re here because you lost something.” She crossed her arms. “Did you have anything to do with Trendon & Co. pulling out?” “I don’t interfere with my competitors,” he said smoothly. “That wasn’t a no.” He stepped closer, gaze unreadable. “If your foundation is that fragile, Ava, maybe you should consider the offer more seriously.” Her jaw locked. “You came into my office, tried to buy me out, and when I said what? You sabotage my business to make me crawl back?”

Samuel said briefly. Pedro thinks for a minute before realization hit him like waves. "Vineyard of Paris?" Pedro asked to be sure and he nodded. "Yes. I know you're wondering how come but I played my cards right and I rightfully stole it from the grips of stingy old men." "Rightfully stole? What does that even mean to you, Samuel?" Pedro asks him. "Hold on Pedro, okay? All these men out there just wants to take it for their own selfish benefits. And now it is mine. And we both can benefit from it."

Noah nodded. “No. This is a takeover.”

” I'd rather chew on bottles. She stood up. " Whatever. I'd never take your words for it. They're the words of a woman bleeding. Say this again some other time, and we'd debate properly. Now…” She placed her hands on the desk. “I'm getting you tea and chocolate. Don't argue." She left before I could tell her that I hadn't been planning to argue. I needed those. **** By evening the business press had picked up the takeover everywhere. "Hart CEO Overruled by Own Board in Sale to Ex-Wife's Company"

The day of another meeting—this one was explosive. At the end of the meeting, the final rival slammed his hand on the table. “You think you’ve won?” Nathan leaned forward, his voice low and steady. “Noooo!!!!!!!, You are wrong. I don’t think that I have won. Mr Sinclair, I know it for a fact.” Within a week: The hostile takeover collapsed. The board restructured under Nathan’s terms. His authority was restored, now stronger than before. Stocks rebounded. Confidence returned. His name which was once questioned—was feared again.

Criminal charges filed by end of day. David stood. "You can't" "I'm a majority shareholder. I can fire you for cause. Embezzlement is definitely the cause. Get out." Security guards entered. David left with them. Three board members recused themselves. One removed. Eleven voting members remained. Six loyal. Two compromised. Three undecided. "Harrison Sinclair is attempting hostile takeover through manipulation," I continued. "His offer isn't partnership but of predatory acquisition." Michael Torres, undecided, spoke: "Marcus, even if Sinclair's tactics are questionable, how

The news about my takeover has spread around the business world in just one day. Some of these guys are just coming to check me out to see if they can take advantage of my gullibility and collapse our company shares and devalue us. While the other went to see if I could be trusted with their investment or maybe they’d pull out before our shares crashed in the market. Most of these guys are looking forward to buying off this company or even crashing us to give their companies a good spot in the market. They will love nothing more than to see us go bankrupt so they can buy us off cheaply.

“Ok, I’ll send the forms for you to sign. Are we notifying her straight away?” “Yes.” Tally wanted her to know she was safe. “There is something else. I want to contact a broker and buy every share available for my father’s company. I’m sure the shareholders will be happy to off load even the shares that are not on the market. I want the 49 percent that’s out there. My father will still have 51 percent, but he is about to have a hostile takeover.” “Are you sure about this?” Richard asked. “Yes. I don’t care how much it costs me. He is the reason my mother is dead. I want this for her.” Tally could buy his company ten times over.

All roads leading to this moment—to Michael Coleman's hostile takeover disguised as a merger of equals. I let the silence stretch, running my finger along the Coleman Corp letterhead. The terms were generous—suspiciously so. Eight percent above market value for our shares. Guarantees of operational independence. A seat on the Coleman Corp executive committee for me. The devil's bargain, wrapped in golden silk. "Let me guess," I said sweetly, my voice carrying the artificial calm I'd perfected during years of boardroom battles. "Michael promised you'd all keep your jobs after the takeover?"

I said and Howard scoffed. “I'm not taking money from the company. I'm actually giving money to them…” “By taking away one of their major assets and putting it in your name,” Evans said and turned to Howard. “This isn't just a hostile takeover. It is your way of bankrupting the company,” Evans said and the murmurs increased. “If you buy Matthew's father's shares and he is removed as CEO in a hostile takeover the stock of the company will go down by a hundred percent. But you knew that and that was your endgame.”