Micah stood up, walked across the room, and unlocked the drawer. He pulled out his notebook, shut the drawer with a soft click, and returned to his seat. As he flipped the notebook open, his gaze sharpened.
He had put Silas' matter aside for too long. But according to his grandfather, the SAFA pharmaceutical would come out of this mess without a scratch in the end.
Micah clicked his pen and started scribbling down.
Sure. Their reputation had taken a hit. And their stocks had plummeted near rock bottom. The media backlash had been brutal for a while.
But apparently, Silas' mother's family had stepped in and bought up a huge amount of shares, securing control. All of it reserved for Silas.
Micah gritted his teeth, his hand tightening around the pen. All of his hard work. All of the damage he tried to do to that company, to that man, had been patched up like it was nothing. All was ruined just because of money and connections.
