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"May I top up your glass, Mr. Lancaster?"
I nodded, and the waiter filled my crystal cup with that deep burgundy liquid that cost more than our club’s monthly grocery bill.
Pretentious as ever, Leonard had picked the priciest bottle on the cart. And that’s saying something, considering we were sitting in one of the most pompous, overstuffed restaurants in Phoenix.
I called him to set up a meeting about the future of our companies. I need him to agree to the merger.
My family company is doing well. Its size and value have practically doubled since I stepped in as CEO. But we’ve hit a wall. We need a new field to expand into, or we’ll start shrinking. That’s where his company comes in.
We’ve been tied together in business since before my father was CEO. The Millers are old mon
