Donвђ™t | Get The Deal

Marcus blinked, his smile faltering. "Excuse me? We’ve spent six months on this."

The voice was his father’s, rasping and distant, echoing from a memory twenty years old. It wasn't a command; it was a warning Elias had ignored for months. He looked at the CEO, Marcus, whose smile was as polished and cold as the marble floors. Marcus wasn’t buying a company; he was buying a competitor to dismantle it. Don’t get the deal

"Maybe," Elias replied, tucking the pen into his pocket. "But I'll be able to sleep on Christmas Eve." Marcus blinked, his smile faltering

"You're walking away from forty million dollars over sentimentality?" Marcus laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "You'll be bankrupt by Christmas." It wasn't a command; it was a warning

"The terms have changed," Elias said, standing up. "Or rather, I have. My people aren't line items on a spreadsheet. They’re the reason this company exists. If this deal requires their heads, then there is no deal."