Jorge's hardened gaze settled on the man who still stood frozen, without his frozen smile this time. He squirmed under the icy gaze of the younger man.
From here, and as the meeting stipulated, they still cast their votes dejectedly. Alex, as well as a few others, wished that they could leave without doing this because all their plans had failed.
Jorge was good at what he did with the business, notwithstanding his messy personal life, and the Trimshaw Industries had thrived so well under his leadership. But there were people in his management space who felt that they could do better than him in the business. They wanted bigger and more controlling rights of the company. They had never had the slightest opportunity until his wife's issue started affecting the stocks.
***
A few hours earlier and before the meeting…
Six men sat in a room with a not-so-tense atmosphere.
