Taran Industries.
Orlov's eyes widened as though he had heard something terrifying.
"The company is booming, and we've only just started moving into healthcare and energy. Now you're telling me you want to leave?"
Even the War Lord, who had once negotiated a deal with a gun pointed at him, was dumbfounded to hear that someone as indispensable as John was leaving.
John was the backbone of Taran Industries now.
Just how important was he?
He had single-handedly spearheaded the acquisition of Hammer Industries, which still held a huge number of military contracts.
He had launched Taran Industries' new energy business and put it in direct competition with Stark Industries.
He had brought Doctor Helen and Maya Hansen to Taran Industries, opening the door to healthcare and paving the way for it to become an industry giant. Its Treatment Capsule was already undergoing final testing.
The Secretary of State had relaxed policies for Taran Industries as a favor to John.
Recently, it had also begun working with the highly sought-after Silverhand Fashion Architecture, gaining an important position in resource recycling and new technologies.
Orlov was the CEO in name, but almost all of this had been accomplished by John alone.
He was uneasy. Like any capitalist, he couldn't bear to let a goose that laid golden eggs leave.
"Do you want the CEO position? Just say the word, and it's yours!" Orlov no longer cared whether he remained CEO.
With Taran Industries as it was now, he could do nothing but sit back and reap the rewards, and the wealth from his business would last for generations.
What?
Being outranked by his business partner's son would be embarrassing?
Don't be silly, kid. In less than two years since John had taken over, Taran Industries had tripled in size.
That didn't