During the conversation, Lennox handed over another file. “Mr. Langley, this is a partnership proposal from Josiah at the Sloan Group.”
The Sloan Group? Callahan took it, flipping through the contents with a casual flick of his finger. A trace of mockery barely visible at the corner of his mouth.
Leilani’s brother, Josiah? After connecting the person in his mind, Callahan made his decision. “Reject it.”
He didn’t want to work with people who couldn’t think clearly.
Lennox was stunned. “But the profit margins on this project are significant, and the Sloan family’s pharmaceutical sector...”
“The Sloan family?” Callahan looked up, his eyes cold, his brows arched in disdain. He scoffed, “A family that can’t even tolerate their own daughter, what kind of vision could they possibly have? I don’t trust working with them.”
Lennox instantly understood. His boss was holding a grudge on behalf of Ms. Sloan.
“Then... the reason for rejection?”
Callahan mused. Giving them a warning via Lennox wouldn’t be a bad idea. It might stop them from putting on acts in front of him. Leilani might not be bothered to look at them, but he was annoyed.
“Tell them Langley Group doesn’t collaborate with people who lack clarity.”
He paused, then added, “And remind them: exactly how many daughters does the Sloan family actually have?”
...
The next morning, as soon as Josiah turned on his office computer, he received the rejection from Langley Group. He stared at the email on the screen, brows locked tight.
[After evaluation, your project does not meet our partnership standards. We will not be proceeding at this time.]

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