Then, the inevitable result would be a spectacular show of "dog eating dog" within the Harrington hierarchy. A civil war would erupt in the boardroom, and the Sterling family would likely be dragged down into the mud with them. While the giants tore each other apart, snapping and snarling over power and assets, they would have absolutely no time to pay attention to a small, insignificant Julian Sterling recovering in his bed.
They would be too busy bleeding to notice the one who held the knife.
And as for Julian? He would be the fisherman on the shore, reaping the benefits while the snipe and the clam fought to the death. He would sit back, watch the chaos unfold, and enjoy the peace that their distraction provided him.
