Jonathan said nothing.
“You know as well as I do, Starpex has teamed up with several other firms to short The Thomas Group. If we leak some good news now, when their bets go south and they’re forced to cover, we’ll come out on top.”
“You do realize how much our stock’s surged lately, right? This is the worst possible time for you to divorce Niamh. In fact, you need to be seen with her more often—bring her to public events, keep The Thomas Group in the spotlight by riding her wave of popularity. I want Starpex and their little gang to lose everything!”
Sprague rattled off his grand plans in a rapid-fire stream, while Jonathan remained as silent as if the line had gone dead.
But Sprague knew Jonathan was still listening.
“Jonathan, in business, you use every card you’ve got. I’m not saying you can’t divorce Niamh. She’s not the quiet, obedient woman we wanted for the Thomas family anymore, I get that. But right now, she’s hot. Making it public that she’s your wife is good for The Thomas Group. Keep her close for now—when she’s no longer useful, cut her off. She’s just a woman. I trust you can handle that.”
As the call ended, Jonathan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment.
Just then, a knock sounded at the office door.
“Mr. Thomas? It’s me.”
“Come in.”
Prescott stepped inside and handed Jonathan two folders.
“These are the progress reports for the Joywave Bay project, and the research summary from DS StudioAI.”
“Alright.”
Jonathan didn’t take the files directly, simply gestured for Prescott to leave them on his desk.
Prescott set the folders down, but instead of leaving, lingered quietly in front of the desk.
“Is there something else?” Jonathan asked, his tone cool.
“No, sir,” Prescott shook his head, hesitating. “I just thought… Mr. Thomas, maybe you’re pushing yourself too hard.”
“Do I look tired to you?”
“…A little.”
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