I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 55: Shareholders’ meeting II

The high-rise conference room in the five-star hotel offered a stunning view of the California skyline, but the three men seated inside barely noticed. Paul sat at the head of the polished table, flanked by two younger lawyers who had joined him for this trip. They had all been staying in the hotel beside NVIDIA’s headquarters for days, preparing for the looming battle that could redefine the company’s future.

One of the lawyers, a man in his early thirties with a sharp suit and an even sharper tongue, broke the silence. "Paul, you didn’t even seem this nervous when we went to meet the CEO. What’s changed now?"

Paul leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Because," he said, a faint grin tugging at his lips, "who we’re about to meet is way scarier than any CEO."

The second lawyer frowned, leaning forward with skepticism. "But isn’t she just the secretary to Alexander Blackwell?"

Paul chuckled, shaking his head. "I’ll give you both a piece of advice—don’t underestimate that woman if you value your careers. When she gets here, don’t say or do anything stupid. Everlyn isn’t just Alexander Blackwell’s secretary; she’s his voice, his hand, his representative. She speaks for him, acts for him, and, let’s just say, there’s a reason why she’s in that position. Do yourselves a favor—tread carefully."

The two men exchanged nervous glances. They’d come to respect Paul during their stay here, knowing him as a man with a sharp mind and impeccable business acumen. If he was speaking this way about Everlyn, it was clear they had to take her seriously.

The door to the conference room opened, and Everlyn Hawthorne walked in. She was strikingly beautiful, with sharp features that carried an air of authority. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, and she wore a tailored designer business suit that screamed power and elegance.

Paul immediately rose to his feet, prompting the two lawyers to stand as well. Everlyn gave them a brief nod, walked to her seat, and gracefully placed her bag on the table before sitting down.

"Good day, gentlemen," she said, her voice steady and commanding. "Please, sit. Let’s discuss the upcoming meeting."

After the men murmured polite greetings, they sat back down. Everlyn folded her hands on the table, her piercing brown eyes scanning them.

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"I assume you’ve done your homework on the shareholders we’ll be meeting tomorrow?" she asked.

Paul nodded. "Yes, ma’am. We’ve identified 11 different names, excluding Mr. Jensen Huang and co-founder Henry Tsai."

Everlyn leaned back slightly, her expression unreadable. "Good. But out of those names, there are only four major players that matter in this meeting. We have Vanguard’s representative, Mr. Gerald Thompson; BlackRock’s Anna Morales; State Street’s David Cartwright; and, of course, the CEO, Jensen Huang."

She continued, her tone sharp and analytical. "The key to winning this is swaying at least two of them with two of them we would be able to move the other investors to our side. Vanguard is backing the CEO, so don’t waste your time there. State Street is neutral, which means we have a chance to pull them to our side with sound reasoning. As for Jensen Huang, he’s a no-go. He’ll oppose us at every turn. BlackRock… let’s leave them alone for now given the current circumstances."

Her gaze swept across the table, her voice gaining an edge of urgency. "Make no mistake, gentlemen. We’re facing an uphill battle. It doesn’t look good for us, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Securing a seat on the board isn’t optional—it’s mandatory. Mr. Blackwell expects nothing less. And once we’re in, we’ll need a strategy to quickly seize more control. Winning this isn’t the endgame; it’s just the beginning."

The weight of her words hung in the air. The two lawyers exchanged nervous glances before gulping, their anxiety evident.

Paul, however, cracked a smile. "Ma’am, about the second part—seizing more control—I think I have an idea. If we can secure the board seat, I know exactly how we can expand our influence."

In New York, Nathaniel Rockerfeller stood in his sprawling penthouse, the setting sun casting golden hues across the luxurious space. He had just finished a high-profile meeting with a group of Saudi royals. His assistant, a poised woman in her late twenties, was leading them out.

When she returned, a satisfied smile graced her lips. "Congratulations, sir. You secured the deal. They’ve agreed to drop the price of oil for all the companies by $1.19 per barrel. With this, your hold as the successor is all but cemented."

Nathaniel smiled, his confidence unmistakable. "Good," he said.

Her expression turned more serious. "Sir, I also have an update on the Blackwell-NVIDIA case. There have been developments. The Blackwells were rejected by CEO Jensen Huang for a board seat. They’re calling for a shareholders’ meeting, and BlackRock’s Anna Morales will represent us. I wanted to confirm the direction you want her to take."

Nathaniel’s smile widened. "Blackwell, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought, before the shrill ring of the office phone interrupted him.

His assistant answered, listened for a moment her eyes widening in shock hearing who was on the other line, then handed the phone to him. "Sir, this is for you."

Nathaniel took the phone. "Hello?"

In California, Jensen Huang sat in a private office with co-founder Henry Tsai. Jensen’s smile was wide, satisfaction evident as he set his phone down.

Henry looked at him skeptically. "Jensen, you know I’ll support you in the meeting, but wouldn’t it have been easier to just give them a seat on the board? That way, you could keep a closer eye on them. If you fail to stop them in the meeting, it’ll damage your reputation, make you look weak, and strengthen their position if they still get in."

Jensen leaned back, unfazed. "Don’t worry," he said with a grin. "They can’t win."

Back in her master suite at the hotel, Everlyn stood by the window, her phone pressed to her ear. The city lights reflected in her determined brown eyes as she spoke to her boss, Alexander Blackwell.

"That’s an interesting plan Paul had," Alexander’s voice rumbled through the phone. "It would increase our portfolio while allowing us to gain more control. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Yes, sir," Everlyn replied. "But I can’t help but feel this might just be a personal vendetta against Jensen Huang."

Alexander’s tone remained calm. "Perhaps. But it aligns perfectly with our interests. Well all of this hinges on securing the board seat. Everlyn, I’ll tell you again—don’t fail. Come back with satisfactory results. I’ve already made the necessary arrangements to ensure your success."

"Yes, sir," she said firmly. "I’ll make sure we secure everything you want."

Alexander ended the call without another word. Everlyn placed the phone down and stared out the window, the weight of her mission pressing on her. Her features hardened, her resolve unshakable.

Failure wasn’t an option.