Nobody at The Strand Group wanted to see it go belly-up. If the company tanked, so did their livelihoods. They had all thrown their weight behind Sanderson because they believed in him, trusted he could turn things around and keep their bread buttered.
But now, it seemed like a pipe dream, and Sanderson just didn't seem to have the chops.
Moreover, no matter how tight-lipped you are, there's no such thing as a secret in this town.
Whispers had been swirling for days. Rumors that Sanderson was looking to sell The Strand Group.
Looking at the half-baked projects Sanderson had been churning out, considering his recent do-nothing attitude, and coupling that with the gossip, the writing was on the wall. Things were shifting, even in the silence.
"Ms. Tesdal, if we're pointing fingers at who's not pulling their weight around here, surely it's gotta be Jacob, right?" Lawler stubbornly piped up.d2
"And why's that?" Rosalynn's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she turned to him.
"Well, sure, Sanderson might have lost us a pretty penny, but at least he's trying to do right by the company. Maybe his strategies aren't up to snuff, but The Strand Group is chock-full of talent. Sanderson's a humble guy; he just needs to listen to us more. But Jacob... what's he got besides living it up and riding his friend’s coattails?"
"Hmm?" Rosalynn's gaze shifted to Jacob, her expression one of puzzlement. "Are you telling me that the folks here aren't aware that it was you who brokered the deals with The Jared Group, Bane Corporation, and even the past collaborations with The Silverman Group?"
Before Jacob could utter a word, Lawler was already screeching, "That's exactly my point—riding his friend’s coattails!"
Rosalynn shot Lawler a withering look, the smile vanished from her face.
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