The Billionaire’s Game
rries about Asher. I've always been protective of him and tho
hat I could handle it all on my own,it was right there. Asher clearly need
g a sense of trepidation I hop
r, Mrs. Thompson, sitting at her desk. She smi
ins. "But this time, it's gotten physical. Cole pushed Asher
of concern. "
ess this behavior. Asher's been having trouble standing
uilding his confidence. But what about Cole? He's been bully
n. But we're working on it. In the meantime, let's f
. I'll do whatever it takes to help As
looks up at me with big, worried ey
through this together. And remember, you alw
dent. And I know that together, w
hile he sits with nana enjoying a vanilla mi
on Wells
" she exhaled,her
ook, "is there anythin
e're losing our capital,with the rate things are going,
th the implications "And Jaso
or a partnership" she reve
rising "How long has this being h
hispers "you don't want to rattle the
know?!" I shou
ve me tell her huh? that the business sh
urden you Em, you have a lot to deal with already,Ash,your other job at the ba
said something,I can't begin to imagi
in the chai
ls offering?" I ask m
m says her voice firm. "He wants 50%
yes widening in shock
ine on our own," Mom says,
u believe it?,how do this people
ndering the
his type. All smooth talk and at the end, grab everythi
nsinuated if not him,another person woul
sn
e hot stuff now"
lan mum,we can't let Jason o
face sets in
's think this through. What are our options? We can't jus
come up with a counteroffer. Something that will
t. What if we offer him a smaller percentage, say 20%,that wa
lights up i
seat on the board,so he feels like he's
nse of hope for the
t dwindles,her expr
mum?" I ask noti
't believe it's gotten to this...losing so m
t's not your fault mum.
ods,
y nana...,I'm sure she has savings that she'd be willing to give us to save the busines
not sure Nana has such an amount of savin
e averts her gaze.
k called last week. They're foreclosing on the bakery. We
've been punc
d Jason Wells'" I say, trying to
r. But I don't trust him. He's got
p the phone, hoping against hope that he'll be willing to help us... and not make things worse. As the phone rings,
ng." I take a deep breath and launch into my plea... but as I speak, I realize
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