NovelFinishCameron knew Nathalie well, but Lincoln was still a bit of a mystery to him.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of worry, maybe even a touch of sympathy for Nathalie. If the fatherly love she'd been longing for ended up betraying her, that would be just too harsh. Way too harsh.
Greta was eager to get Cameron on her side, so she started painting him a picture of success, with just the right mix of charm and negotiation. "Cameron, you shouldn't be so negative. I'm Mr. Lincoln's personal assistant, after all; if anyone's going to benefit, it's you. Trust me, I'll make sure Dawson International gets the best deal possible." But Cameron wasn't buying it. "If Lincoln really trusts you, then why hasn't Dawson International gotten a fast pass into the new shopping center in town?" Greta shrugged it off, "Oh, that project was Nathalie's baby. She blames us for Nathan's death, so of course, she wouldn't let Dawson International in easily. But don't stress, I've managed to get Nathalie sent home. She won't be at the office for a while. The project will be handed off to someone else, and I'll make sure Dawson International gets a sweet deal." Cameron raised an eyebrow, "Does Lincoln really value your opinion so much that he'd sideline Nathalie?" Greta beamed with pride, "I told you, but you didn't believe me. My uncle valuesway more than Nathalie." Cameron replied, "I'll believe it when you actually deliver for Dawson International." Greta clenched her jaw, "Just you watch. I'll prove it." The negotiation ended with a bit of tension in the air.
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The next morning.
At the usual morning meeting of Stewart Enterprises, representing the second family was Lincoln.
Regan's eyes widened in surprise when he saw his nephew. "Lincoln, your health isn't great. Why don't you take more toff? What's the rush to get back to work?" Lincoln didn't respond, his wheelchair stopping next to Dean's seat.
Lincoln fixed Dean with a steely gaze, "Isn't it about tmy cousin gave this seat back to me?" The words were loaded.
It was pretty much a declaration that the second family was making move to reclaim their rights from the first fam Dean wasn't about to hand over his seat without a fight. Today it might be the seat, tomorrow the company shares, and the day after, the Stewart family's inheritance@ights.
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Dean said, "Brother, you've been away from Stewart Enterprises for years. A lot has changed. Your position couldn't be held open for over two decades, so it's been filled.
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Dean pointed to the far end of the long conference table where a few of the newer, less important managers sat.
Lincoln smirked, "Yeah, I've been gone a long time. Companies need to change with the times. I get it." Dean grinned, "Glad you understand, Brother."
Lincoln shifted gears, "I have a question: Have the family family inheritance rules at Stewart Enterprises changed?" Dean awkwardly replied, "Things like that can't be changed." Lincoln said, "So, I'm still the heir, just as Grandpa intended. Right?" Dean reluctantly nodded, "Yes." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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