Rollins looked down at the documents spread across his desk, his expression hardening into something entirely transactional.
"Let's bypass the standard corporate theater, Mr. Rivers," Rollins said, slide-stepping the polite tone from a moment ago. "Personally, Jake, you cannot borrow fifty billion marks from this institution. Not in three days, and certainly not with your current asset footprint. If you try to carry that debt alone, the debt servicing costs will suffocate Golden Investments before the ink on the Sterling transfer is dry."
Samuel Carter leaned forward slightly, resting both hands on the silver handle of his cane. "We aren't here asking for a standard commercial loan, Tyler. We're here because Julian Sterling's sixteen percent stake in the Meridian Group isn't just a distressed asset. It's a systemic risk to the Aurielian market."
