“Do not look pleased.”
“Impossible.”
Senior steps into the room.
“What exactly are you proposing?”
“Our own company,” I say.
“I heard that disastrous part.”
“Independent.”
“No.”
“Our clients.”
“No.”
“Our rules.”
“No.”
“Our equity.”
“Absolutely not.”
Xavier looks amused now.
“You don't get a vote.”
Senior stares at him.
“I built Blackwell for you.”
“You built Blackwell because you are incapable of retiring.”
“That is irrelevant.”
“You're nervous.”
“I am not nervous.”
I look at Xavier.
“Your family has a problem admitting emotional states.”
“Generational.”
Senior ignores us.
“The two of you together would be extraordinarily valuable.”
I smile.
“I know.”
“Which is why you should remain here.”