She didn't shy away from Jackson and hit the answer button. "Kaitlyn? What's going on?" she asked, turning around.
Jackson suddenly tensed up, jumped to his feet, and grabbed her arm. Clara was a little taken aback but just raised an eyebrow at him.
Jackson took her phone, pressed the speaker button, and Kaitlyn's voice filled the room.
"The script's ready. I'll email it to you. Make sure you check it out. Clara, have you ever thought about investing in some promising actors? The entertainment industry is more lucrative than corporate work. My studio needs to grow. You'd fund and pick the talent, and I'll train them. Half the studio would be yours."
Kaitlyn had left her old company two years ago, but her studio only got fully staffed six months back. They were handling small projects, making money but lacking fame. Her studio had just a few artists, all struggling to break into the big leagues. If they could launch a top-tier star, the whole place would soar.
Clara knew Kaitlyn was skilled and driven.
She took a breath. "Alright, if you have any potential signings, show me first. We'll meet when I have time."
Kaitlyn laughed lightly on the other end. "Great, I've been looking forward to working with you."
Clara hung up and heard Jackson ask, "You know Kaitlyn?"
Jackson settled back into his chair, his usual arrogance returning.
"I could break our contract anytime. Ending things with the Bradford family costs me nothing. Most people in the circle are just waiting to see you fail."
It was true. Everyone knew she used to be Simon's devoted follower. After the scandals in the Bradford family, some men even cruelly speculated if she'd end up as a socialite, bouncing from man to man, selling her body until one tired and passed her on to the next.
Clara's beauty was undeniable. A stunning woman without enough power could easily become a plaything.
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