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The CEO and the Country Wildflower
Chapter 68: Sparks and Strategies
The York Group’s boardroom was a storm of tension, papers strewn across the table as Lucas York leaned over the polished surface, his knuckles white against the wood. His migraine pulsed behind his temples—until a familiar warmth brushed his arm. Emelly Clus, ever the reluctant savior, had "accidentally" nudged him while reaching for a file. The pain vanished instantly, but neither acknowledged it. "You’re blocking my notes," she muttered, tugging a folder from beneath his elbow. Lucas didn’t move. "Maybe if you weren’t hoarding documents like a squirrel with winter nuts, I wouldn’t have to." Jane, perched on the edge of the table, snorted into her coffee. Tony, ever the peacemaker, slid a tablet between them. "Focus, you two. Leo’s frozen our offshore accounts.
We have twelve hours before the media catches wind." Emelly’s photographic memory flashed with the numbers she’d seen weeks ago. "The backup funds in the Caymans—" "Gone," Lucas cut in. "Leo’s lawyers moved faster." A beat of silence. Then Emelly smirked. "Good thing I memorized the other accounts you didn’t list in the official records." Lucas’s jaw tightened. "Those are illegal to access without board approval." She twirled a pen. "So fire me. Oh wait—you need me."
Across the room, Bruno Halthorn pinched the bridge of his nose, Serritary Jonshon’s voice sharp in his ear. "This is why I told you to diversify years ago," she hissed, stabbing a manicured finger at his financial projections. Bruno snatched the papers. "Remind me why I let you into this meeting?" "Because my family’s shipping lanes are the only reason your assets aren’t sinking with Leo’s sabotage!" Their glares could’ve melted steel. David, Lucas’s driver-turned-ad-hoc-security, coughed. "Should I… fetch a fire extinguisher?" Linda Crow, lurking near the door, chose that moment to drop a folder. "Oops. How clumsy." The contents—photos of Emelly and Tony laughing at a café—fluttered to the floor. Lucas went rigid. Emelly rolled her eyes. "Really, Linda? We were discussing your expense reports. Tony’s allergic to your perfume—hence the distance." Tony sneezed on cue. Jane fake-whispered to Serritary, "This is why I ship Bruno and you. Less petty, more… explosive chemistry." Bruno choked on his water. The banter shattered when Tony’s phone buzzed. His face paled. "Leo’s press conference starts in ten minutes. He’s announcing a takeover bid."
Lucas was already striding for the door. Emelly grabbed his wrist—both ignored the jolt between them. "You can’t storm in there. He’ll spin it as desperation." "Then what’s your genius plan?" She grinned. "We give him a show he can’t air."