Lydia frowned. "Ms. Kinsey, you barely ate anything..."


    N shook her head. "I''ve had enough. I''m going upstairs to rest. Thank you." "Alright. Let me know if you get hungryter," Lydia reminded her.


    "I will," N replied.


    After N left, Lydia sighed and nced at the table, stillden with dishes.


    It wasn''t just N who had been eating poorlytely. Worrying about Damon''spany had taken a toll on Lydia''s appetite, too.


    Upstairs in the bedroom, N sat at her vanity, staring at her phone. She hesitated to tell Vrie about her marriage to Damon.


    After a moment, she finally called her.


    "N, what''s up?" Vrie answered.


    "Vrie, I have something to tell you. Prepare yourself," N warned.


    Vrie sounded rmed. "What is it? Good news or bad news?"


    "Good news, I guess," N replied.


    "Okay, spill. I''m ready," Vrie said.


    "I got married to Damon," N announced.


    "What?!" Vrie''s voice shot up an octave. "Say that again! Are you serious?"


    N replied, "Of course I am."


    "You''re calling this ''good news''? This is monumental! N, congrattions! When''s the wedding?" Vrie eximed.


    "We''re not rushing a wedding right now. There''s too much going on. We''ll n it once things settle down," N exined.


    After a moment of silence, Vrie said warmly, "Makes sense. Still,


    congrattions. You two are going to be so happy together!"


    "Thanks. When you and Brandon have time,e over for dinner," N invited.


    "Deal," Vrie said.


    After hanging up, N set her phone down and began thinking about her next steps.


    With Damon''spany in such a difficult position, she knew she had to find a way to help.


    Damon returned to the office, where Spencer quickly approached him. "Mr. Sumner, I''ve called for a shareholders'' meeting, but the ones nning to sell their shares didn''t show up."


    "Alright. Let''s start the meeting anyway," Damon said, striding into the conference room, where a dozen shareholders sat with grim expressions.


    The moment he entered, someone blurted out, "Mr. Sumner, you''re finally here. Mr. Trull and Mr.


    Jemison are determined to sell their


    shares. We''ve tried everything to


    convince them otherwise.


    If word of this got out, thepany''s stock price-already struggling would plummet even further.


    Damon''s expression was cold as he sat down.


    Looking around the room, he began, "I''ve been briefed on the situation. Prospectus Technology is indeed


    facing a crisis. I understand that ne


    some of you feel uneasy and want to sell your shares to cut your losses.


    "I know some of you have been with Prospectus Technology since its inception, helping thepany grow to where it is today, and that''s why you choose to stay.


    "Others joinedter and may not have the same attachment, so you want to cut your losses and leave before it''s toote. Whatever your reasons, I understand.


    "I''m not here to force anyone to stay, because I''m not sure if Prospectus Technology will survive this time either. But to those who choose to stay, promise to do everything in my power to bring thepany back on track," he dered.


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