Vincent, who had remained silent throughout the presentation, finally spoke.
His voice was calm, controlled—but with an edge so sharp it could cut through steel.
"Your calculations are wrong."
His brother's expression froze.
The syndicate leader's eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Oh?"
Vincent tapped the table lightly, completely unfazed.
"Your supply chain model assumes that the global shipping crisis will resolve within the next six months. That's incorrect. Based on my data, there will be an extension of at least ten months due to disruptions in key ports."
His words were delivered with absolute certainty.
His brother paled. How did he know that?
The syndicate leader frowned. "Go on."
Vincent leaned forward slightly, his presence overpowering the room.
"Your projected revenue growth is also unrealistic. You're underestimating the market fluctuations caused by the economic shifts in Eastern Europe. If you implement my brother's proposal, you'll be operating at a 13% higher risk than necessary.
"Instead, I have an alternative."
Then, Vincent did something terrifying.
He redesigned the entire business strategy—on the spot.
With zero preparation, he broke down every flaw in the original deal and rebuilt it from the ground up, delivering a solution that was more profitable, less risky, and impossible to counter.
It was flawless.
His brother looked like he was about to collapse.
The syndicate leader studied Vincent with a mixture of admiration and something close to fear.
Finally, he spoke.
"We will work with Vincent Blackwood."
The decision was final.
Vincent's brother had lost.