Shares

Abby's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes as she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "I'll sell you my shares of the company," she stated bluntly, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. "At a price, of course."

Harrison's eyes narrowed as he considered Abby's proposition, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew there had to be a catch, but the thought of gaining control over the company was too tempting to resist.

"And what, pray tell, would this price be?" he inquired, his tone cautious.

Abby smiled as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. "Uncle," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "the price? Well, let's just say it's a little something called compensation ."

Harrison's brows furrowed in confusion, a flicker of apprehension creeping into his expression. "Compensation?" he repeated, his voice tinged with uncertainty.