Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The Hale Dynamics deal was my proving ground—and my whetstone.
Marissa gave me unlimited resources and access, but she was definitely watching me closely.
I dove headfirst into the data with my team.
Dexter Hale, the founder, was a tech genius but also one hell of a shrewd businessman.
Our office lights burned through the night, coffee the only thing keeping us conscious.
We combed through every clause, investigated every related party.
My team went from being skeptical at first
to looking at me with genuine respect.
"Ms. Sylver, how did you catch that restrictive clause?"
One of the young legal assistants couldn't help asking.
I rubbed my throbbing temples, staring at the wall of tiny text.
"When something looks too good to be true, there's usually a trap hiding underneath."
Once we stripped away all the fluff, Hale's valuation dropped like a rock.
But that still wasn't enough.
I needed something that would completely crush Thorne Corp's dreams and let Greaves swallow this deal at rock-bottom prices.
Then Callan's threatening text flashed through my mind:
"Dirty tricks."
Maybe Thorne Corp had been greasing palms behind the scenes to make this partnership happen.
Bingo.
The smoking gun was buried in those beneficial interest holdings that Dexter controlled.
I couldn't afford to miss a single detail.
After a week of pulling all-nighters, I dropped my report on Marissa's desk.
She flipped through it page by page, not saying a word for three solid minutes.
"This is enough to put Dexter away for years and destroy Thorne Corp completely. What's your play?"
My voice was completely emotionless:
"Marissa, Greaves wants Hale's tech and market position, not to destroy Thorne Corp."
"We use this to force Dexter to accept our lowball offer. As for Thorne Corp, karma will handle them."
A smile tugged at Marissa's lips:
"Perfect. That's exactly the kind of thinking Greaves needs. Go prep for negotiations."
The Hale negotiations went incredibly smoothly.
The moment I laid out all that evidence, Dexter knew he was beat.
His hands were shaking as he signed his name on the agreement.
After the negotiations, Dexter and his people slunk out looking defeated.
Marissa stood up, walked over, and clapped me hard on the shoulder:
"Fucking brilliant! That's how Greaves does business! Celebration dinner tonight—my treat!"
Marissa gave me unlimited resources and access, but she was definitely watching me closely.
I dove headfirst into the data with my team.
Dexter Hale, the founder, was a tech genius but also one hell of a shrewd businessman.
Our office lights burned through the night, coffee the only thing keeping us conscious.
We combed through every clause, investigated every related party.
My team went from being skeptical at first
to looking at me with genuine respect.
"Ms. Sylver, how did you catch that restrictive clause?"
One of the young legal assistants couldn't help asking.
I rubbed my throbbing temples, staring at the wall of tiny text.
"When something looks too good to be true, there's usually a trap hiding underneath."
Once we stripped away all the fluff, Hale's valuation dropped like a rock.
But that still wasn't enough.
I needed something that would completely crush Thorne Corp's dreams and let Greaves swallow this deal at rock-bottom prices.
Then Callan's threatening text flashed through my mind:
"Dirty tricks."
Maybe Thorne Corp had been greasing palms behind the scenes to make this partnership happen.
Bingo.
The smoking gun was buried in those beneficial interest holdings that Dexter controlled.
I couldn't afford to miss a single detail.
After a week of pulling all-nighters, I dropped my report on Marissa's desk.
She flipped through it page by page, not saying a word for three solid minutes.
"This is enough to put Dexter away for years and destroy Thorne Corp completely. What's your play?"
My voice was completely emotionless:
"Marissa, Greaves wants Hale's tech and market position, not to destroy Thorne Corp."
"We use this to force Dexter to accept our lowball offer. As for Thorne Corp, karma will handle them."
A smile tugged at Marissa's lips:
"Perfect. That's exactly the kind of thinking Greaves needs. Go prep for negotiations."
The Hale negotiations went incredibly smoothly.
The moment I laid out all that evidence, Dexter knew he was beat.
His hands were shaking as he signed his name on the agreement.
After the negotiations, Dexter and his people slunk out looking defeated.
Marissa stood up, walked over, and clapped me hard on the shoulder:
"Fucking brilliant! That's how Greaves does business! Celebration dinner tonight—my treat!"
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