Chapter 36:The Evening Meeting(Part2)

As the details of Victor's meticulously calculated proposal reached their conclusion, an almost palpable hush lingered in the crackling air of the study. While Reginald Davis maintained his signature stoic demeanour, Sarah couldn't help but notice the briefest flicker of naked intrigue burning behind his eyes, as if Victor Mallory had inadvertently piqued the curiosity of even this hardened financial titan.

The resounding silence was finally broken by the sound of Jonathan Whitmore leaning forward in his chair, the creak of well-oiled leather announcing his impending judgment. With a steepling of his fingers before him, he fixed Victor with an inscrutable stare.

"An impressively comprehensive vision, I'll grant you that, Mr. Mallory," Jonathan said, his tone carrying notes of begrudged respect. "You have most certainly done your due diligence in preparing these materials."

Davis cleared his throat, his shoulders squaring imperceptibly as he prepared to reassert control over the proceedings. "Indeed," he intoned, the gravel in his voice lending his words a sense of immutable finality. "The financial projections and operational frameworks put forth are...remarkably robust, to say the very least." With a subtle push, he nudged the now-closed dossier away from his space at the table, as if distancing himself from its beguiling influence. 

"However," Davis continued, his piercing gaze locked onto Victor, "the matter of equity shares and ultimate control over such an expansive venture will require the most thorough scrutiny before any agreements can be formalized."

To the surprise of everyone save Victor himself, the younger man gave a courteous nod of understanding, utterly unruffled by Davis's tacit challenge. Reaching once more into his folio, he smoothly withdrew a neatly bound contract that seemed to glimmer with the tantalizing promise.

Victor gave a courteous nod of understanding, utterly unruffled by Davis's tacit challenge. Reaching once more into his folio, he smoothly withdrew a neatly bound contract that seemed to glimmer with tantalizing promise.

"I fully anticipated scrutiny over matters of ownership and equity distribution," Victor said evenly, placing the contract on the table before him with the surety of a gambit well-played. "Which is why this proposal allocates a sixty-percent equity position to the Whitmore family's holdings from the outset."

A surprised murmur rippled through the gathered Whitmore clan at such an ostensibly generous opening offer. Even Davis's eyebrows arched infinitesimally as he quickly scanned the contract's terms, his eyes widening slightly at the numbers laid before him. Such a considerable upfront equity concession was highly unorthodox, especially from a third-party venture originator - even one as polished as Victor Mallory seemed to be.

"This controlling supermajority stake," Victor expounded, "provides not only prudent insulation against any potential liabilities but ensures your family's interests are prioritized through ultimate decision-making authority over all major operational decisions."

As Davis pored over the fine print, his eyes narrowing calculatingly, Victor continued painting the broader strokes of his grand vision.

"The remaining forty-percent share would be divided between my own investment group and any additional third-party partners we may elect to bring into the venture at future phases of expansion." A confident smile played across his lips, though his eyes remained vigilantly locked onto Davis's increasingly intense study of the contract. "However, the Whitmores would retain a supermajority voting interest on all major decisions, including any future equity reassignments, mergers or acquisitions."

To Emily's eyes, the terms seemed almost implausibly generous toward guaranteeing her family's control over the new venture - overly so, in fact. Surely Victor Mallory couldn't be so cavalier as to grant near-total operational authority to his prospective partners from the very start? Her brow furrowed as she studied the inscrutable man, searching for any tells or ulterior motives lurking behind that ever-placid façade.

Sarah, too, found herself slightly taken aback by the boldness of Victor's proposed arrangement. She couldn't deny feeling a newfound sense of respect for the way he had deftly outmanoeuvred her father's notorious driving of relentlessly hard bargains. 

At last, Reginald Davis leaned back in his chair with a creak of protest from the well-worn leather. His expression was utterly inscrutable as he fixed Victor with a piercing stare that could have drilled holes through granite.

"Let's be fully transparent here, Mr. Mallory," Davis said, his tone carrying a razor's edge of challenge. "While your proposal carries potential upside, we must recognize the considerable leverage the Whitmore name, connections, capital reserves and prime real estate holdings contribute to making this entire venture feasible in the first place."

With a subtle push, he slid the contract back across the table's polished surface toward Victor, the paper seeming to clap against the wood with tangible finality.

"A forty-percent equity position seems... overly generous compensation for an outside party only providing the foundational concept and operational blueprints," Davis stated flatly. "You'll be utilizing our family's assets and influence as the core engine to drive this endeavour forward."

Emily felt a twinge of discomfort roiling in her stomach as Davis's brusque negotiating tactic whittled away at the illusion of mutual gain she'd allowed herself to believe in, if only for a fleeting moment. Yet Jonathan remained utterly impassive, clearly accustomed to his lieutenant's hardline deal-making methods.

"A twenty-percent stake would be more than equitable compensation for your efforts, Mr Mallory," Davis proclaimed, his voice brokering no arguments. "We could also explore structuring escalators and profit-sharing incentives aligned with benchmarked performance goals, should you prove yourself a capable operator."

Sarah felt a twinge of dismay as she recognized her father's trademark gambit - the lowball opening offer, designed to force the other party's concessions before grudgingly granting incremental concessions of his own in return. Still, part of her couldn't deny a sense of vindication at seeing those ruthless tactics employed against the increasingly inscrutable Victor Mallory at last.

All eyes turned toward the younger man, watching him intently for any outward signs of the indignance or anger such a brazen devaluation of his proposal would surely provoke from anyone else in his position. Yet as Sarah studied Victor's expression, she found herself unsettled by how utterly unchanged it remained - that same faint, enigmatic smile still playing across his lips, not a muscle twitching in the manifestation of even the slightest perturbation.

"You make a fair point, Mr. Davis," Victor replied at last, his tone as light and unruffled as if negotiating the beverage options for a garden luncheon rather than the potential dissolution of his life's work. "Under typical circumstances, a twenty-percent equity allocation would indeed be the standard for a proposal originator in my position."

A look of faint satisfaction flickered across Davis's expression at having reasserted his dominance over the proceedings so quickly. Until Victor's next words caused the bottom to fall out from under everyone's assumptions once more.

"However, my circumstances are somewhat...atypical," he continued smoothly. "And my ability to invest substantially more than just concepts and blueprints into this venture may necessitate a revised valuation of my contributions, wouldn't you agree?"

Sarah felt a flicker of scepticism, her earlier enthusiasm giving way to doubts about Victor's increasingly bold claims.

Victor stated confidently. "I shall be investing capital resources potentially equal to what an elite family could provide."

A stunned silence hung over the study like a living force, the weight of Victor's words seeming to leech the air from the room itself. Even Davis appeared temporarily thrown, his mouth working silently as he struggled to reorder his thoughts in the wake of such an audacious claim. 

Jonathan was the first to find his voice, his words emerging as little more than a stunned rasp. "Capital equal to an elite family?" he managed at last, levelling an incredulous look at the younger man beside him.

"That's...that's an extraordinarily bold claim, Mr. Mallory." His eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with resurgent sharpness. "One that begs for substantiation, I should think."

To Sarah's amazement, Victor didn't so much as flinch under the scrutinizing weight of Jonathan's gaze. Instead, that same maddeningly serene smile seemed to widen infinitesimally as he replied.

"You're quite right, Mr. Whitmore," he said easily, smoothing one hand over the charcoal portfolio's embossed leather surface. "Extraordinary claims do indeed require commensurate evidence to support them." His expression remained utterly unreadable as he held Jonathan's stare. "However, I cannot provide full financial disclosure or documentation at this precise moment."

The declaration seemed to shake Reginald Davis from his momentary disorientation, his eyes zeroing in on Victor with tangibly renewed intensity, a coiled panther scenting weakness in its prey.

"Then I must insist on concrete proof before any further negotiations proceed," Davis said, his tone dripping with unvarnished disdain. "Verbal assertions and bravado alone carry no credible weight in this arena, Mr. Mallory. I trust I make myself unambiguous?" 

And just like that, the ruthless businessman's armour was reassembled, his inherent scepticism toward such seemingly fanciful boasts resurfacing in full force. Yet still, Victor remained utterly unruffled by Davis's thinly veiled threats - indeed, he seemed to have anticipated this very reaction.

"A fair perspective, Mr. Davis," Victor replied evenly. "Which is why I propose we pursue this endeavour through a concept of conditionally structured agreements." With a subtle flourish, he slid the original contract back into the centre of the table and retrieved a different document from his folio.