Nicholas wasn't just losing control over the venture, he was losing control over his own company.
"You're asking me to give my head to you to slaughter, do I look like a sheep?"
I felt a bit of pain at the insulting reference toward the creature which provided the world with comfortable wool, but focusing on the issue at hand, I slowly shook my head, giving ground.
"You're getting it wrong Nik. No one is slaughtering anyone here," I sighed. "We're just reaching an agreement on who is better to lead in the years to come.
You have to remember the current situation is not permanent, if you get better, you can make things swing your way."
Once again, what I was saying made sense on paper, but in reality, if my plan was to pan out, Nicholas's thinking of toppling me in the venture was a pipe dream.
By estimates, to take out 37% of shares from him, I needed to funnel more than 1 billion into the company, where was he going to see so much cash if he wanted to reverse things?
