"I heard about the Venus investment," Ambryan heard as soon as his office door opened.
Jackson Hathaway let himself in, walking over to the mini bar. He pulled out two glasses and filled them with ice. The bottle of brandy already waited for him in the ice bucket. A grim expression painted over his face.
If the project from Peitho turned out to be a blockbuster that surpassed them, that meant future collaborations would also be compromised. Even if they had Richard, the scales could always tilt. It was a matter of who gained the upper hand and how long they could keep it.
"And we need a script that counters it," Ambryan finished. He sat on his chair and kneaded both his temples with one hand. His violet eyes shut closed. "I can't think of a single upcoming project that would be good enough."
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