All except Hank.
"Now then," Matthew said, "I propose we vote. How many people
would agree to the initiation of a merger with ICP?"
"It would mean the end of Wallaby," Hank said gravely.
"No, Hank," Matthew countered, turning to face him. "It's just
the beginning. ICP would sell millions more Joeys then we ever
could."
"Agreed," Hank said. "You just said it yourself. ICP would sell.
No more Wallaby."
As far as Matthew was concerned, it was all the same. He would
assuredly be named president of the Wallaby subsidiary, just as
he and William had planned almost three years ago. And the
thought of eventually taking over William's role at ICP held
enormous appeal again, as it once had. He locked onto this as his
new goal.
"All in favor of me contacting William Harrell and proposing the
merger of ICP and Wallaby, please raise your hands." His own hand
stretched so high it hurt his side.
"We'll have to get full board approval," Hank warned, one last
effort to counter Matthew's proposition.
Matthew said, "When they find out that Peter has been talking to
ICP, I don't see how they can object. Now, all in favor, please
raise your hands."
The room teetered on the edge of absolute stillness.
Then, slowly at first, hands rose. One after another, every
person in the room raised his or her hand - except Hank Towers.
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