I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Chapter 67 Breakdown

Alexander sat at his desk, eyes fixed on a book with documents arranged neatly in front of him. His secretary, Everlyn, stood before him, having just completed a task he'd assigned—a task that involved billions. Now, he expected a full rundown.

"So, what happened during the meeting?" he asked, his tone calm yet expectant. "Also, give me a breakdown of how much we've used and what we own now."

Everlyn, despite the hours of work and little sleep, had just flown in from California to New York after the meeting. She'd been busy planning every detail, making sure everything was in order, and giving instructions to Paul along the way. Though jetlagged, her appearance was impeccable, her hair neatly done, and her business suit sharp as ever. She answered without hesitation, her voice steady and professional.

"The meeting went as planned," Everlyn began, her tone measured but carrying a hint of surprise. "The only thing that caught me off guard was BlackRock voting during the first part. I didn't expect that—I thought I'd have to strongarm the minor shareholders and convince Gerald. Honestly, I went in blind," she admitted, glancing at Alexander.

He was seated calmly, a copy of 1984 in hand. Without lifting his head, his black eyes scanned her briefly, signaling her to continue.

She cleared her throat and pressed on. "But I believed you would have made the necessary preparations to ensure it passed. I just didn't expect BlackRock to be the one to come through."

Alexander's eyes trailed back to his book as he opened his lips, his deep voice filling the room. "I called Nathaniel Rockefeller and offered him half our shell shares to secure his vote," he said matter-of-factly.

Everlyn's eyes widened in shock, the words tumbling from her lips. "That's—" she stammered, unable to finish her thought. Her surprise left her momentarily speechless.

She wasn't surprised that her boss had called Nathaniel Rockefeller to strike a deal. After years by his side, growing into his trusted second-in-command, Everlyn understood Alexander better than anyone. He was a man who would do anything for business—even making deals with those he referred to as "enemies." No, what shocked her wasn't the act itself but the terms of the deal.

Shell—a corporate giant worth $200 billion overall. The Blackwells had owned 20% of it, a staggering $40 billion stake. Now, half of that was gone, sold to the Rockefellers. The price tag, while massive, was just a drop in the ocean of the Blackwell fortune. What truly stunned her was the historical and symbolic weight of those shares.

The late chairman—Alexander's father—had gone to extraordinary lengths to acquire them. It had been a strategic and personal triumph, a bold retaliation against the Rockefellers and other elite families who had sought to suppress the Blackwells for decades. Owning a significant stake in Shell, a company the Rockefellers had coveted for generations, had been a declaration of power. It sent a clear message: the Blackwells were not to be underestimated—they were here to stay.

And now, Alexander had given up a piece of that legacy.

She stared at her boss, unable to mask the disbelief etched on her face. Alexander Blackwell, the man she had spent years serving with unwavering loyalty, had just sold a cornerstone of his father's legacy. A monumental triumph of the late chairman's life had been handed back to the very people he had wrested it from.

"Sir, you gave away the Shell holdings? That's insane! What about the stress your father went through to acquire them?" she said, her voice laced with a mix of shock and disbelief.@@@@

Alexander's gaze lifted from the book he had been reading, his cold, icy black eyes locking onto hers. She had worked with him for years, but even she wasn't immune to the chill of his unfeeling stare. It was as if all warmth had been drained from the room. His voice, low and deliberate, cut through the tension.

"What are you saying?" he asked, his tone laced with quiet authority.

Everlyn swallowed hard but pressed on, her professionalism battling with her emotions. "Sir, you, of all people, know what those shares meant to the late chairman. He even gave bonuses to everyone in the company when he acquired them. And for what? Nvidia? Is that company even worth it? I mean, sure, it's a leader in AI, but it's not the only one. The Chinese, the Koreans, even other American companies are all making waves in the field. We had to use billions and leverage some of our other holdings for this deal. Sir, I know I shouldn't question your decisions, but this feels reckless—like it could be a costly mistake."

Alexander's piercing gaze remained fixed on her, and the silence stretched for over a minute. She stayed in her bowing position, the tension almost unbearable, until he finally spoke. "It's okay. You're forgiven. It's all because of the respect you have for my father," he said, his tone softer but still firm.

Everlyn straightened, a wave of relief washing over her as she responded, "Thank you, sir." She quickly regained her professional demeanor and continued her report.

"About the share prices," she began, her voice steady, "we used an additional $300 billion to buy the new shares, with State Street and Vanguard each contributing $100 billion, which increased their stock valuation. The minor holders, despite their protests, were left with just $4 billion to share among themselves. With that $300 billion, we acquired 20%, and combining it with our existing shares, which diluted to 5.07%, our total stake should now be 25.07%. Paul is still negotiating on the board's behalf and has promised a satisfactory response regarding the employee stocks, currently valued at 4.03%."

She took a quick breath but didn't falter, knowing her boss preferred efficiency. "After everything, we will have spent a total of $448.06 billion for 30% of the entire company," she concluded, confident in the clarity of her explanation.

Alexander, who had resumed reading his book midway through her report, gave a single-word acknowledgment. "Good."

Everlyn stood quietly, waiting to see if there were further instructions. Sensing her lingering presence, Alexander spoke again, his voice as measured as ever. "Good work, Everlyn. I'll call you when I need you. For now, you can go rest in your quarters."

Everlyn nodded immediately, her expression composed. "Thank you, sir," she said before turning to leave the room, her steps purposeful yet light. As she exited, she felt a strange mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, knowing she had done her part for the day.

As Everlyn passed through the grand hallways of the mansion, her steps faltered when she saw a maid passing by. She stopped her with a curt question. "Where is my father?"

The maid, startled and visibly anxious from being called, stammered, "Mr. Sebastian is outside the island, ma'am. I... I don't know where he is."

Everlyn dismissed her with a flick of her wrist, her mind racing. Out of the island? That couldn't be good. Her father, Sebastian, was the private butler to the head of the Blackwell family—his absence meant something significant was unfolding, something she wasn't yet privy to.

She ordered the maid to bring food to her room and continued on her way to her quarters, her thoughts churning. Something was off.

Entering her room, she noticed the bed was neatly made, a stark contrast to her frayed nerves. She barely had the energy to remove her clothes before collapsing onto the soft sheets, the weight of the day sinking into her muscles. The stress of the entire situation—the takeover, the deal with Nvidia, the difficult conversation with Alexander—had left her mentally and physically drained. Talking to her boss had been more exhausting than trying to take over a trillion-dollar company.

She lay still, her body begging for rest, and within moments, sleep took over.

On her nightstand, a plate of high-quality seared foie gras with truffle oil, paired with a delicate side of roasted heirloom vegetables and a glass of fine Bordeaux wine, sat untouched. The maid had brought it to her room, but Everlyn was too tired to eat. As the tranquility of sleep enveloped her, the plate remained there, a quiet reminder of the luxury that surrounded her, while she rested, unaware of what tomorrow might bring.

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