The Billionaire's Offer

Chapter 8

His questions hit me like a punch to the gut, but I refuse to feel intimidated. "I may not know all the details, but I assure you, I'm a quick learner. I've already begun immersing myself in the company's operations and I'll work tirelessly to get up to speed."

Unfazed, Max interjects, "Asher will have access to the best advisors and consultants to support him during this transition. Along with my guidance, of course."

"Access to advisors won't replace the years of experience needed to lead a company of our stature. This is reckless, Max." Henry says, like a dog with a bone, refusing to let it go.

My eyes dart around the room, taking in the mixed reactions of the board members. While a few are offering signs of support, others are still hesitant.

It's clear that Henry's tactics aim to sow discord and undermine my confidence, but I'm determined to win this battle. "Henry, I'm not here to snatch your position or anyone else's. I'm here to support Max and safeguard our family's legacy. If you believe I'm unfit for the role, then grant me an opportunity to prove myself."

Henry's jaw tightens. "This is absurd. We can't afford trial and error. The stakes are too high."

Leaning forward, I hold his gaze. "I'm not asking for blind trust. I'm asking for a chance to earn it. Let's establish a trial period; a defined timeframe during which I'll show my commitment and capabilities. If, at the end of that period, the board still believes I'm unfit, I'll step down willingly."

The room falls into silence—the weight of my proposal hanging heavily in the air as Henry's objections are momentarily overshadowed by the challenge I've thrown.

The prospect of an outsider, even a prodigal son, taking the reins of this company is sure a hard pill to swallow. But I've done my homework. This is a family-owned business. We have faced many obstacles over the years, but our strong family bond has helped us overcome them all.

"We should consider Asher's proposition," Max says, his eyes on Henry. "It's a reasonable way to address your concerns."

Scowling at me, Henry leans back in his chair. "This won't work, Asher."

I meet his gaze, unflinching. "I'll prove you wrong."

As unease lingers in the room, Max clears his throat. "To ensure that we have enough time to discuss this complex and significant situation, I propose we schedule another meeting in two days for a formal voting session."

Some board members nod in agreement, recognizing the need for time to make a thorough assessment. Others seem eager for an immediate decision.

Henry, however, isn't amused.

"This is merely a delay tactic," he accuses, frustration tinging his voice. "We already know the outcome. The longer we prolong this, the more uncertainty we inject into the company."

I maintain my composure, refusing to let his words provoke me. "Henry, it's not about delaying but making a well-informed decision. Two days will provide everyone an opportunity for careful consideration."

"Look," Max says, his diplomatic tone easing the tension a bit. "We must ensure that this transition, whether it's Asher or another candidate, proceeds with care and precision. Our company's future is at stake."

"Very well, two days it is," Henry reluctantly agrees. "But I still think this is not the right path for this company."

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As soon as the meeting ended, Max excused himself to head back home. He's just started a new treatment and it seems to be doing wonders. But despite the strong front he put on while dealing with the board, I could tell how drained he was afterward.