The DON's Princess
“Exactly. This is no place for sentimentality.”
Melinda gave them both cold glares, but she knew she was outnumbered. She had the lowest shares in the company and was the only woman in a gathering filled with misogynistic men. Her influence was limited.
The other shareholders, eager to hand over control to the Smiths, nodded in agreement.
“We can’t endorse this,” Melinda persisted, her voice steady despite sensing defeat. “The board isn’t complete,” she added.
James, another stakeholder, sneered. “Are you talking about Mr. Anonymous? His vote has never mattered before.”