The conglomerate won't like it

 There were seven of us at the table. They were questioning me about the company decision. 
Arguing and heckling ensued. They asked me if we should sell the business or not.
They looked at me waiting for my answer.
But I would give them no relief.
Their heads started to nod back and forth in some vile maniacal way. Their voices stuttered, and their shaking heads and bodies made their eyes and lips all the more desperate, almost sad.

-We need to sell today. Have you even thought about the consequences?
I remained mute.
-If we don't sell, we will lose our window.
Their heads shaking as if in disappointment or disbelief.

They adjusted their shirts which had been roughened during the arguement.
They poured water and the lines on their desperate faces deepened.

-We really need this done, if the market gets a whiff of this, we won't be able to get leverage on this.
-Like Richmond says, it's not just about us, what we want, we'd be doing an injustice to the conglomerate.

I tried to scream out at them to shut up. I couldn't even manage a gasp. This just drove them over the edge. Daniels starting shouting loudly.
-We haven't sacrificed all of this hardwork, all of this strategic planning, just to see everything upended.

The 500 lux office lights dipped and their motormouths changed gear
They started down different routes using their eloquence then flying in and out of micro-rages. They seemed to be impressed by their own capacity to convince.
But they weren't convincing me. I had no intention of selling.

Once it's mine, it's mine.