Chapter 29: The Cost of a Name
George Agnew sat back in his leather chair. His hands were folded calmly on the table, but the cold glint in his eyes said everything, this wasn't a casual meeting.
Philip stood before him, slightly tense, like someone used to being in control, yet still seeking approval.
George finally spoke, with his deep and smooth voice. "Yes, I wanted to see you face to face," he said. "You've done well so far. Moved quietly. But now... now the final pieces are coming together."
Philip nodded slightly. "Everything's on track."
George tilted his head, watching him carefully. "How are things with Raymond? He doesn't suspect anything... does he?"
Philip gave a calm, almost smug smile. "Of course not. He still sees me as part of his loyal circle.
George smirked. "Good. Good, son."
Those words, "Good, son," hung in the air longer than they should. Philip caught it, felt it deep in his chest, but didn't let it show. He'd waited his whole life to hear those words. And now... now they were being handed out like a reward, not affection.
"So," George continued while leaning forward, "how's the pitching going?"
Philip straightened his jacket. "The board convenes today. It's the final process, the voting stage. But I'm confident. They'll vote to sell ADIG Group."
George smiled. A slow, calculating smile. "Excellent. That's why we've placed our hands on it... through Sasson Group."