From everything she'd laid out from her posture to her words it was clear Penelope was serious. And, more importantly, smart. She understood what GSK wanted. She'd done her homework.
He finally spoke, his voice calm, but firm.
"You're not wrong," he said simply. "We were interested in the Wright companies before. We still are."
Penelope allowed herself a small smile.
Carlton continued, his eyes sharp now.
"And you're also right that Abigail doesn't have the edge her mother had. She's vulnerable. Emotional. And you're banking on that weakness cracking her from the inside out."
He leaned forward, elbows resting lightly on the table.
"But," he added pointedly, "there's something off here."
Penelope tilted her head slightly. "Oh?"
"The fourth company," Carlton said flatly. "The biggest one. You expect us to take three of the companies do the dirty work, corner Abigail, force her into submission and you keep the crown jewel?"
