George's voice echoed again from the end of the line.
"Chairman, about the negotiation, I assume you're prepared for CEO Faulkner and Mr. R to ask for something extravagant, don't you?"
Chairman Alvord scoffed in disdain, "Of course. Someone like that Faulkner brat plays the game for free. And Mr. R, if he truly exists and comes, perhaps asks for my blood."
Chairman Faulkner might not have raised Nathaniel since infancy, but the young man had learned enough from the former. He was a cunning businessman like his adoptive father.
There was a pause on George's side. Then, he hesitantly asked, "Forgive me for asking this, Chairman. Your eldest son is a good friend of CEO Faulkner. What if the CEO's condition is to get your son some shares or anything?"
George was aware of the strained, almost non-existent relationship Chairman Alvord had with his eldest son, Ruediger Alvord. He also knew about him being friends with Nathaniel Faulkner.
