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The Price of Defiance
Antonio Ricardo's POV
"Mr. Ricardo, these contract terms seem quite favorable, but I need more clarity on the profit-sharing ratio. Can you elaborate on how this benefits all parties?" Mr. Harrington, one of my business clients, asked during the Zoom meeting we were having with other clients."Of course, Mr. Harrington,” I replied. “The profit-sharing ratio is structured to ensure that both our companies benefit equally. Our projections show a 15% increase in net profit within the first quarter, with potential for further growth as we expand our market reach. This means that both your company and mine stand to gain significantly, with minimal risk involved."Mr. Harrington nodded, seemingly satisfied, but before he could respond, there was a knock at my office door. I ignored it, focusing instead on Mr. Chen, another client, who had just unmuted his microphone."Mr. Ricardo," Mr. Chen began, "I appreciate your thorough explanation. However, I’m cuRelated chapters
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