Bobo held the phone to her ear, the rhythmic ringing sound echoing in the silent boardroom like a countdown to her execution. She waited for what felt like an eternity, though it was likely only a few seconds. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, and her palms were slick with sweat. She was incredibly nervous and tense, her mind racing as she tried to formulate exactly what she could say to salvage this disaster. She needed to find the right words, the right leverage, anything to convince the other side to align with her.
She knew one thing for certain: whatever deal had been set up between Ramon and the Billion Bloodline Group, whatever had been agreed upon in the shadows, it hadn't been fully finalized yet. If the ink was dry and the transaction complete, the shares would already be in Ramon's hands, and he wouldn't be sitting there with that smug, anticipatory grin. He would have simply taken the chair.
