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Kate’s Point Of View.
I’d called Tiffany to arrange a final due diligence preparation meeting on the Bourne Aviation deal with my team for 9 a.m. After today, serious work would begin on investigating our target acquisition company, auditing every ledger, agreeing on valuations, raising business sale contracts, and closing towards a conclusion.
Jacob checked off each desk station, ensuring a full copy of our briefing pack was provided to each delegate. Tiffany had checked, but he always followed up, saying something about belts and braces.
When he was content, my OCD-riven husband grinned at me.
“Are you prepared to walk away from the deal, Kate?”
“Of course, honey. If we find any problems that exceed our ability to manage them, we’re out of this.”
“Good, because this acquisition could make or break us.”
“It won’t break us, Jacob, because if that were ever possible, we wouldn’t buy Bourne.”
We used a temporary meeting room cleared at Granger Hall’s new, but soon to expand further, GD Corporate Center.