(Sebastian)
By Thursday morning, Zara had read every document connected to Friday's meeting. She sat across from me in my office with a copy of the company rules beside her. Every few minutes, she wrote something in her notebook. I had stopped trying to help unless she asked.
She looked up from the page.
"What percentage does Pryce control?"
"Directly?"
"Yes."
I opened the ownership report.
"Just under eight percent."
Zara looked back at her notes.
"And how much support does he usually have?"
"That changes depending on the issue."
She tapped her pen against the paper.
"So tomorrow isn't only about what he owns."
"No."
It was about who agreed with him.
Pryce had spent years building relationships with shareholders and board members. He knew who wanted more control over me and
