"Good day, Mr. Peter Tate," Elsa Reeves said, her voice dripping with a mixture of cordiality and hidden intent."Greetings, Elsa. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Mr. Tate responded, his tone neutral but curious."I hear you're vying to take over Tate Industries," Elsa stated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she gauged his reaction."Yes, I am," Mr. Tate admitted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "And how did you find this out?""You forget who I am so soon?" Elsa responded with a sarcastic laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement.Mr. Tate's expression hardened slightly. "So, what was the reason for this call, if I may ask?""Good question," Elsa replied, leaning back in her chair with a confident smile. "I also have interest there. How about I take over the company and split interests?""Hmmm," Mr. Tate mused, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he considered her proposal. "This isn't a bad idea after all.""But..." he began, his voice trailing off."There are no buts," El
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