With those shares firmly in his grasp, those old fossils on the board wouldn't be able to push him around anymore.
"I completely understand what you're aiming for, Mr. Calvert. Leave it to me. You have my word—go ahead with the issuance, and I will personally underwrite the entire offering."
Zander had been swimming in the corporate shark tank for years; he wasn't about to blindly trust a verbal promise.
"It's not that I doubt your capabilities, 'Z', it's just..."
"I understand your hesitation. You want proof of funds. That's perfectly fine. I don't mind showing you my capital."
The fake 'Z' unzipped her bag, pulled out her laptop, and logged directly into her primary trading account.
Renata leaned over to take a peek and was met with a staggering string of digits.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
*How much money is that?!*
She was absolutely floored. She hadn't expected Simon Sinclair to have the connections to pull in a whale this massive to help her. This woman had capital that rivaled the real 'Z'!
For Simon to go to such incredible lengths... maybe he really was still carrying a torch for her...
After rigorous verification, the data confirmed to Zander that this woman was unequivocally 'Z'.
Whether it was her historical investment portfolios or her real-time trading logs, everything was flawless. There wasn't a single crack in the armor.
Zander was ecstatic.
Still focused entirely on her meal, Queenie casually picked up a piece of fish with her fork and brought it to her mouth.
*Mmm. Delicious.*
*The fish has taken the bait.*
"Proceed with the convertible bond issuance without hesitation. No matter the volume, I will underwrite it. And if my personal liquidity falls short, I'll leverage my network to pull in secondary capital for you."
'Z' offered another ironclad guarantee.



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