Clara watched Tyler walk away, biting her lip in frustration. She had hoped that once he read the proposal, he'd come around. But he didn't even give it a chance.
What went wrong?
Determined not to give up, she rushed after him, catching up at his car window. “Tyler…” she started.
But before she could say more, he floored the gas pedal and was gone.
With a sigh, Clara jumped into her car and sped after him.
Tyler drove straight to the Bradford Corporation, where he'd stayed up all night preparing the share transfer contract.
Seeing how resolute he was, Clara knew there was no changing his mind.
Since Greysen hadn't arrived at the office yet, Tyler waited in the conference room, packing his things. Once the shares were signed over, he planned to leave the company for good. He had made enough money to live comfortably and didn't see the point in risking his life anymore.
Realizing she needed a new plan, Clara took a deep breath and hurried over to see Ryan.
Ryan was already on edge and grasped her wrist as soon as she arrived. “Clara, what do we do now?” he asked, anxiety clear in his voice.
His heart pounded. If Greysen took over the company, Johnny’s legacy would be in jeopardy. It was his life’s work, after all.
Clara gave his hand a reassuring pat. “We need to speed up going public in New York. Dad set up everything for this, and we might be able to push it through faster…”
Going public could bring in new investors and dilute Greysen’s control.
But, it required an investment bank and a hefty billion-dollar collateral, which they didn’t have. The Bradford Corporation was already bleeding money, and even after selling all her properties, Clara didn’t have enough cash.
Clara patted Ryan’s shoulder. “You’re the CEO; keep it together. I’ll handle this. Just focus on knowing our materials inside and out.”
Ryan’s eyes filled with tears, but fearing a reprimand, he just nodded.
Clara peeked into the conference room. Tyler was still waiting for Greysen. Once that contract was signed, there would be no turning back.
Finding out where Greysen was, she learned he was on his way to the office.
Quickly, Clara got into her car, heading straight to find Greysen’s mistress.
These execs rarely kept their private lives clean, though they hid it well. Many, flush with cash, grew tired of their wives and took on mistresses—sometimes more than one.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run