Clara watched the surveillance footage the police had pulled up once more. Filmed in the early hours, the video was grainy, only showing indistinct shadows. Jacob was clearly hurting himself, looking pretty unstable. Yet, just yesterday, he seemed totally fine.
Whatever went down, at least now, the higher-ups at the company were too spooked by Jacob's situation to hassle her and Ryan openly.
She ruffled Ryan’s hair gently. “Go through the rest of the documents. Those guys are spooked, so they won’t make any moves soon. But keep an eye on Greysen. If he asks to meet, call me, okay?”
Ryan was still finding his footing. Smart as he was, with a bit of time, he’d definitely rise to become one of the city’s new elites. To bring peace to their father’s memory, Clara, as the big sister, was determined to look out for him.
Ryan's eyes were red from exhaustion. Lately, he hadn’t had the mental space to process everything the Bradford family had been through. Seeing Clara’s concern almost brought him to tears. But he’d promised her at Johnny’s funeral that he wouldn’t cry anymore.
Quickly, he blinked back the tears. “Clara, you take care too.”
Clara felt a soft ache in her heart. With Johnny gone and Naomi retreating to a convent over Quinn, things were tough. She hadn’t been particularly close to their parents, but they’d been good to Ryan, so the loss hit him harder than it hit her.
Sitting across from him, she sorted through the Bradford Group’s recent documents, landing on one specific project. It was the deal Quinn had made with the Ferguson Corporation. Trying to save the faltering company, Clara had cleverly canceled the contract. Instead of a mall, they were planning to build homes, like the Dawson family. But given the Dawson family’s resources, the struggling Bradford family couldn’t compete.
This project was a lifeline for the Bradford Group. Without a big win here, beating Greysen wouldn’t mean much. Johnny had poured everything into this for two years.
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