"Excuse me, is this some kind of joke? You want to what?" Jensen, the CEO of Nvidia, blinked in disbelief, feeling like he'd just heard the worst joke in the world.
Everlyn, not one to be pressured, stood her ground. "Blackwell Investments is proposing the issuance of new shares," she repeated firmly, locking eyes with him.
Henry, who had been quiet until now, could no longer hold back. "But why? This doesn't make any sense. It feels like a petty revenge move against Jensen because of his refusal to let Blackwell onto the board. What you're proposing would dilute everyone's shares, which doesn't benefit anyone here, especially you. I've got 0.5% now, and if new shares get issued, my stake will be decimated. This isn't just bad for you—it's bad for all of us," Henry argued, his frustration clear.
