Simms stared at Yulia, his usual composure gone, replaced by impatience and a trace of menace in his eyes.
“If you insist on pushing things that far—”
Yulia cut him off before he could finish.
“If I really do push things that far, no one will come out of this looking good. Don't forget, you have blood on your hands—I know everything you've done.
I brought Violet here today not to ask for luxury or power. I just want us to survive.
We’re not asking for your wealth, nor do we expect you to hand everything over to us. But Violet is your daughter, and I’ve stood by you for decades. The least you can do is make sure we don’t end up out on the street, becoming the laughingstock of the city.
And if word gets out, your reputation as President Miller is going to take a serious hit. I don’t have any other demands. You and I both know exactly what Violet is capable of.
Give her a position at Golden Era Enterprises—a decent role, with a good salary. That way, I can have some security in my old age. That’s all I’m asking.”
This was Yulia’s way of buying time. No matter how clever she was, she couldn’t outmaneuver someone as cunning as Simms. But Simms knew perfectly well what she was up to.
Still, as Yulia had pointed out, she was holding all the cards right now—and who knew what other evidence she might have tucked away? If he tried to turn on them now, it might backfire badly. The best move, at least for the moment, was to keep them on his side.
“Let’s talk this through,” Simms said, forcing a smile. “You just want a job for Violet? That’s not a problem. She was a vice president at Quantum Core Technologies, after all. Coming to our company as a department manager is more than reasonable.”
Violet could hardly believe what she was hearing. Was her father really offering her nothing more than a mid-level manager’s post?
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