A sharp pulse of fury pounded behind Denis's temples. His hands clenched into fists on the desk as the implications sank in.
It was a billion-dollar contract—one his father had been counting on to revitalize their company's reputation. Losing it now wouldn't just be a setback—it could be a signal to other clients that the Beaumont Group was no longer reliable.
If one client canceled the collaboration with them, the rest could also follow suit.
His lips pulled into a thin line. "Set a meeting with Marsh Tech immediately," he ordered coldly.
Haris didn't respond right away. His voice dropped an octave when he finally spoke. "I don't know if it will work. The managing director of Marsh Tech… is meeting Mr. Augustine today. They are finalizing the deal."
Silence.
Denis sat motionless, the truth cutting deep. His eyes narrowed into slits. Of course, Augustine was involved. It was a calculated and precise move, a direct hit to them.
