Matthew paused at the elevator, a flicker of coldness in his eyes that disappeared almost instantly.
Reese stood right beside him, catching every word from the phone call. Her brow creased just a bit. Joseph was really in a hurry, wasn’t he? He must think Matthew’s illness will keep him out of the Meyer family’s business, giving Joseph a perfect chance to move in.
Matthew glanced over at Reese, then slipped his hand into hers as they stepped out of the elevator. “How many shareholders has he reached? What are they saying?”
“He’s contacted most of them,” Karter answered quickly. “Some of the older, usually neutral shareholders seem to have been convinced by promises of quick profits. They’ve already said they’ll back him.”
“And Joseph is spreading rumors, too. He’s telling people your illness did permanent damage, that you won’t be able to really run the company anymore. He’s also hinting that, since you’re not a true Ratcliff, you’re just taking up space, like an outsider who shouldn’t even be a candidate.”
Matthew’s mouth curled up with the faintest trace of a mocking smile. Still, his fingers moved gently across the back of Reese’s hand, as if to quietly comfort her.
“Got it. What time’s the meeting?”
“Three o’clock, in the boardroom on the top floor at Ratcliff Global.”
Karter hesitated before adding, “Should I try to contact our shareholders and ask for a delay, maybe argue the meeting isn’t following proper procedures?”
“Or I can go to headquarters right now and find some way to stall.”
“No need.” Matthew’s voice was calm and steady. “I’ll be there at three.”
He hung up and looked down at Reese. The coldness in his eyes had faded completely, replaced with a deep, gentle warmth. “Sorry about this. Looks like our sushi plans are on hold.”


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