The Return Of Franklin Miles

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE

The next day in Miles Empire, the boardroom was unusually bright that morning, sunlight pouring through the large windows. The executives of Miles Empire sat around the long table, each wearing expressions that ranged from cautious optimism to outright frustration.

Mr. Patel was the first to break the silence. He tapped his fingers on the table, his gaze shifting between the documents in front of him. “Are we really going to do this? This deal feels more like selling our company than saving our company.”

Mr. Reynolds adjusted his glasses, leaning back in his chair. “Do we have another option, Patel? We’ve been over this. Without this deal, Miles Empire won’t survive. We can’t afford to delay any longer.”

Mr. Thayer straightened his tie, his voice calm but firm. “Reynolds is right. We need Bill Ford’s resources to rebuild our reputation and keep our investors from pulling out completely. It’s not ideal, but it’s necessary.”

Patel shook his head, frustration evident on his face. “Necess