Chapter 450
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Isabelle looked at Jocelyn’s outstretched hand without moving. She let the silence stretch for five agonizing seconds, ensuring everyone in the room absorbed the weight of the snub. Then she simply walked past Jocelyn and settled at the head of the table.
Jocelyn’s hand hovered in the air for a moment. She didn’t flush. She didn’t look embarrassed. She lowered her hand with perfect calm, her eyes narrowing slightly as her instincts registered the blatant hostility.
“Let’s skip the pleasantries, Ms. Wolfe,” Isabelle said, flipping open the financial dossier. “I’ve reviewed your projections p>
For the next sixty minutes, the conference room became a slaughterhouse.
Isabelle attacked the business plan with vicious, methodical cruelty. She questioned the occupancy rates in Paris. She mocked the marketing budget. She even spent ten full minutes aggressively berating Jocelyn’s CFO over a two-percent variance in eco-friendly linen costs.
Jocelyn’s team was sweating. Jocelyn sat perfectly still.
Every time Isabelle leveled a baseless accusation, Jocelyn calmly opened her iPad and fired back with flawless, irrefutable data, dismantling each argument with surgical precision. Isabelle soon realized she could not break Jocelyn on the numbers. She slammed the dossier shut.
“Fine,” Isabelle said, leaning back in her chair with a thin sneer. “Sterling Capital will authorize the fifty million. But we are amending the Term Sheet p>
𝘞e 𝘶р𝘥a𝗍𝗲 𝘦𝘃𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝘸еe𝘬 𝘰𝗇
She snapped her fingers. A lawyer slid a single piece of paper across the table to Jocelyn.
“We require absolute veto power over all executive hires,” Isabelle stated. “And we require you, Jocelyn Wolfe, to sign a personal, unlimited liability guarantee. If the European expansion fails, we seize your personal assets p>
Jocelyn’s financial director gasped audibly.
This was not a financing deal. It was a poison pill — a legal trap engineered to strip Jocelyn of her company and bankrupt her personally.
Jocelyn looked down at the paper. She did not touch it. She raised her eyes and locked her gaze onto Isabelle. “Ms. Sterling, these terms are predatory and completely outside industry standards. We will not sign a poison pill p>
Isabelle picked up her Montblanc pen and twirled it lazily between her fingers. “That is your problem. Without our money, your European dream is dead in the water. You have twenty-four hours to sign p>
She stood and walked out of the room.
Thirty minutes later, Jocelyn stormed into her penthouse office at the Wolfe Hotel. She slammed the poisoned Term Sheet onto her desk, her chest heaving with suppressed rage.
“Sarah!” she called out sharply.
Her assistant rushed in.
“I want a full, deep-dive background check on Isabelle Sterling,” Jocelyn ordered, her voice vibrating with quiet fury. “This wasn’t business. That was personal. Find out why she hates me p>
Jocelyn began to pace. Her financial director lingered nervously in the doorway. “Ms. Wolfe… should we call Mr. Collins? One phone call from Gaston, and the Collins Group could wire us fifty million by noon p>
Jocelyn stopped. She turned around, her eyes blazing. “No. If I run to my husband the second I hit a wall, I am no better than the parasites in my own family. This is my company. This is my war p>
An hour later, Sarah placed a printed dossier on Jocelyn’s desk.
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