Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Keeping things on the down-low seemed like a pretty good idea; at least it spared her from the hassle back

home. What really thrilled her was that someone had managed to get her stoff right in front of Dylan.

She received a brief message from him that simply said:

[Leave approved.]

Since she'd slept in until noon, heading to the office was out of the question. So, she decided to take it easy and

enjoy a relaxed afternoon at the hotel.

Still, the thought of having to tweak that contract started gnawing at her again. With no other choice, she made

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her way to the Bradford Corporation later that day, intending to switch up the project plan. Instead of

constructing a shopping mall, she aimed to develop residential properties, much like the Dawson family.

Sure, the new plan wasn't as profitable as the original, but at least the gains would stay within the Bradford

family, instead of lining the pockets of the Ferguson Corporation.

She asked the top brass to take a look at the contract. The moment they saw her, they were visibly ticked off,

glaring with evident disapproval.

"This is reckless! Let Miss Quinn deal with it. You're going to run this company into the ground."

"Yeah, why are you turning a perfectly good mall into homes? The Dawsons are already building nearby. Once

they open, where does that leave us?"

As Clara took in their disdainful looks, a wave of sadness washed over her. These folks had climbed the ladder

with Johnny, but now they were all mesmerized by Quinn's charm. They had so much faith in Quinn that they

didn't even stop her from rolling out such a damaging contract.

One of them stood up, full of self-importance. "Clara, no matter what you say, we're not on board. We still stand

by Miss Quinn! This is your first tat the company, and you're already trying to call the shots with such a

major decision. Nobody's going to back you up."

Clara's eyes swept over the senior staff, and she tossed down a dossier. "This company carries the Bradford

name, and I'm part of the Bradford family. These documents show your performance over the past few years.

Every project you've been in charge of is currently losing money. My father has been patient out of loyalty, but

don't think your seats are secure. If you don't want to work with me, fine, I'll have a word with my father. Once |

have the executive authority, you can all pack your things and leave!"

Her tone was far from polite. Unlike Quinn, who always sweet-talked these men, Clara had no plans to butter

them up.

Greysen stood up abruptly, slamming the table hard. He was one of Quinn's closest allies among the executives

and had been around the longest, having once hustled alongside Johnny in their early days.

Even Johnny himself wouldn't dare speak to him like that. Who did Clara think she was?

"Clara, letset this straight. You might've landed your gig at the Ferguson Corporation because of your looks,

but don't think you know a thing about business. Miss Quinn might put up with you, but we won't. Let's go!"

With that, Greysen stood up, snorted in disdain, and left with his group in tow.