He knew money when he saw it and this was the best kind – old money – establishment money. His lip curling he had smiled, the smile full of satisfaction at his latest acquisition. For months he had crossed swords with the Campbells’ who had steadfastly refused to sell out to him. He had offered them a good price, but they were “honourable” refusing to sell to him, to be taken over by an American with the ruthless reputation of stripping down companies before moulding them into the more modern companies he liked. The Campbells’ however, had stood up to him, stood in his way and nobody but nobody did that. It had taken him over three months to purchase enough stock to attack with a hostile takeover and another three months before had had successfully merged the old household name into his large global empire. Sitting back he had looked at the pictures on the walls, most worth a considerable amount of money he was sure, already knowing that he would leave the room as it was. A reminder of how a dinosaur had been felled by a leaner more streamlined adversary.
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