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    “Thank you all,” Linsey replied with the right blend of humility and gratitude.


    Once thest item was settled and the votes tallied, Cruz told the group again, “Jeffery has let me know he’s stepping away from Lawson Group management. I respect his choice and wish him well.”


    The announcementnded softly. No one looked especially shocked. Jeffery’s absence from day-to-day matters had grown more pronounced for years, and everyone knew his health had yed a role.


    Suddenly, the future of the president’s seat hung in the air, unimed, open to spection.


    A ripple of nces passed among the directors as they processed the shift.


    With Jeffery bowing out, the logical next step would be for one of the vice presidents to rise to the top, and most candidates just happened to be the sons and daughters of the directors in the room. Of course, every director in the room immediately began weighing which of their own would be the perfect fit for that job.


    The real challenge, however, was how to frame their rmendations as unbiased and in the best interest of thepany.


    Cruz stood at the head of the table, his voice ringing out. “Now that Jeffery has resigned, we’re left with a vacancy at the top. I’ve already made my decision about who should fill it. Since all parties are present, I’ll announce it right here.”


    A spark of anticipation ran through the room as each director leaned forward, waiting for the name they’d been hoping for.


    Cruz took his time, scanning every face in the room with steady resolve before speaking with careful precision. “After conferring with the vice chairman, we’ve chosen Linsey to serve as the new CEO of the Lawson Group.”


    A heavy silence fell as the wordsnded, shock radiating from every corner.


    Directors who had just moments before been quietly confident now stared in stunned disbelief.


    “You can’t be serious, Cruz!” One voice broke through.


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    Very quickly, other directors piled on, their voices growing louder and more urgent. “She might be a new shareholder, but her background is in fashion, not corporate leadership! Isn’t this much too abrupt?” “She’s never worked at the firm and barely knows our internal structure. How can employees feel secure under such sudden change?” “With her age and limited experience, shouldn’t we consider this more carefully before making such a big leap?”


    Everyment betrayed the fact that no one expected Cruz and M’s level of support for Linsey.


    Not only were they passing her their shares, but they also wanted her to lead the entirepany.


    It struck the directors as reckless—almost unthinkable.


    One director, who had known Cruz since their youth, spoke up with heartfelt urgency. “Cruz, something this important deserves a proper discussion. Lawson Group is vast. There are plenty of key roles Linsey could step into while she gains experience.”


    “I believe the role of fashion design director suits Linsey perfectly,” the director continued. “She’s already an aplished designer with a ster reputation—putting her in charge of our fashion division makes perfect sense.”


    The moment those words left his lips, a flicker of discontent crossed both Cruz’s and M’s faces. Even Jeffery’s brows knitted into a deep frown.


    It was true—these directors had once contributed to the Lawson Group during its formative years. But in the decades that followed, most of them had done little more than reap the benefits, offering precious few ideas of actual value.


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