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The next day, when Justin Hammer arrived at the boardroom, he found the large hall devoid of its usual lively atmosphere. The familiar faces were no longer seated there; only a figure sat in the main chair, facing away from him.
His expression darkened instantly as he walked step by step toward his designated seat, eager to understand what kind of joke was being played on him. However, just as he approached the chair, the person sitting there slowly turned around, revealing a face that he could hardly believe.
“It’s you?!” Even if this guy turned to dust, Justin would recognize him. He touched his right hand still hanging from his chest; how could he forget the pain of that severed limb? It was this very person who had nearly left him disabled.
“I didn’t come looking for you, but I didn’t expect you to come knocking on my door!” Justin’s anger flared, his face contorted with rage. In the next moment, he shouted toward the door, “Security! Where the hell are you? Get this intruder out of my meeting room!”
He shouted for a while, but no one responded. He had clearly seen those security guards standing outside before entering.
Just as Justin was about to express his confusion, Shasha slowly spoke up. “No need to waste your breath; they would never kick their own boss out.”
“You’re the boss? Then what am I?” Justin laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. “Are you here to make me laugh? This joke isn’t funny at all.”
“Don’t you find it strange that none of the directors showed up? Don’t you wonder how I got in here?” Shasha looked at Justin with a playful expression, as if he were still unwilling to understand.
Justin’s laughter abruptly ceased, and his refined features twisted in disbelief. “What have you done?”
“Finally figured it out? Since you understand now, why don’t you sign this contract? At least you’ll walk away with some money,” Shasha tossed a contract onto the table in front of Justin, watching him with a half-smile.
Justin stared at the contract before him and opened it with his still-trembling left hand. After reading just a few lines, he slammed it shut with a thud that echoed across the conference table. Gritting his teeth, he said, “How can you possibly own fifty-eight percent of the shares? How could those old geezers sell their shares to you?”
“That’s something you don’t need to know. All you need to understand is that I now hold decision-making power over the board. I can easily kick out any shareholders with less than my stake. And now, this company no longer belongs to you, Mr. Justin Hammer,” Shasha stated calmly, laying out a fact that was difficult for Justin to accept but one he had no choice but to acknowledge.
Even the calmest person would act like a desperate gambler in such a situation, and that included someone as well-known as Justin Hammer.
He lunged at Shasha like a madman, unaware that two security guards had already entered the conference room. They rushed forward to restrain Justin, but even their intervention couldn't stop the torrent of insults pouring from his mouth.
"I'm sorry, but there's a clause in the contract stating that if a shareholder exhibits obvious mental instability, they will no longer be considered a legitimate shareholder and must unconditionally transfer their shares to a board member."
With a snap of her fingers, Shasha signaled for a sharply dressed lawyer and a doctor in a white coat to enter the room.
In this chaotic moment, while Justin was losing his mind, Shasha successfully took control of all the shares and became a giant in America's military-industrial complex. Meanwhile, the former Justin Hammer was sent off to a psychiatric hospital.
At the same time, Obadiah's coup attempt faltered without Justin's financial backing, leading to its failure. However, he remained the largest shareholder after Tony, which allowed him to escape unscathed.
Within half a day, news of Hammer Industries changing hands spread throughout America.
This event was not only unbelievable but also quite legendary; after all, replacing one of the largest military-industrial giants in America and even the world as an ordinary person was nothing short of extraordinary.
Major magazines and weeklies reported on the story, with some insiders digging into the identity of the new owner of the conglomerate.
Shasha made no effort to hide her identity, so it quickly came to light that she had once been a stockbroker.
As countless people marveled at her incredible achievement, those who knew her were still puzzled. Meanwhile, she had already gotten in touch with Tony.
"I can't believe you actually pulled it off. I was still in disbelief when I received the news," Tony said, his tone reflecting his astonishment. It was clear that this event had made quite an impact on him. While he admired Shasha, there was also a hint of envy in his heart.
"Come on, do you really think this is a good thing? You should know I've never managed a company before and I lack the talent for it. Right now, I'm completely in the dark, not knowing what to do." Shasha sighed; he wasn't omnipotent, and after achieving success, he found himself at a loss. "How about you lend me Pepper?"
"Not a chance! Pepper is my assistant!" Tony replied nervously, fearing that Shasha might have ulterior motives.
Shasha knew that Tony would never agree to lend Pepper, so he had to come up with another plan. "Forget it, I knew you wouldn't lend her to me. I'll figure something out myself."
With that, he hung up the phone before Tony could respond.
Sitting alone in his office, Shasha thought for a moment before picking up the phone and dialing the secretary's number. "Kathy, please help me post a recruitment notice on major websites and with headhunting companies for the position of Administrative Assistant."
After the secretary acknowledged his request, Shasha hung up the phone. He looked out at the scenery outside his window, clasped his hands behind his back, and murmured to himself, "I hope I don't get any disappointing candidates!"
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