"I'm not here to beg for a seat at the table," Grace said as she stood up. "I'm here to claim one. If you want my cooperation, you'll give me a position in the Great Alliance. If not…" She smiled. "Well, let's just say Starfall Isle will continue to thrive with or without you."
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
She knew exactly what she was asking for and what it implied, and so did every other person present in that meeting room.
The President finally spoke after a long silence. "We'll need time to discuss this."
She nodded in response. "Take all the time you need." But she already knew the truth, they didn't have time. They needed her more than she needed them.
Without another word, she turned and walked out while Rune and Davian followed closely behind.
As they stepped back onto the aircraft to head back to Starfall Isle, Rune let out a low whistle. "That went well."
A knowing smirk sprwad across Davian's lips as he added, "They won't refuse."
