WantNovelChapter 1019: Morning cquickly. After finishing breakfast, Brenna was ready to get into her car, heading out for work as usual. To her surprise, there were already two bodyguards inside the car—one manned the wheel, while the other took the passenger seat.
"She is really serious about this. She actually arranged for bodyguards to escort me," Brenna muttered, sliding into the backseat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMidday rolled around, and Brenna made her way to the cafeteria. She usually shared meals with Thiago, Tommy, and Joe, and today, she followed the sroutine.
The Mitchell Group cafeteria provided an impressive selection of dishes. With skilled chefs and decent prices, Brenna had no shortage of options for lunch. As she sat down with her food, a familiar figure caught her eye. Gracie was here.
She hadn't expected to spot Gracie at the Mitchell Group. For a moment, she wondered why Gracie wasn't busy trying to save the Wilson Group. How did she even find tto drop by and spend twith Ethan? Annoyance washed over Brenna. She dug at her food, her appetite all but gone. Thiago caught her reaction and tried to offer comfort. "Don't let it get to you. Ethan's not in the company today. Gracie is eating lunch with Milton and the other two vice presidents." He pointed his fork toward Milton's table, which wasn't far from where they sat. Glancing in that direction, Brenna saw Gracie seated with the vice presidents.
Each one wore a worried expression, looking like they were facing a difficult problem.
Milton, who had taken charge of the Wilson Group's crisis, looked especially troubled. After spotting Brenna, he turned to Gracie and the others. “Ms. Harper is here as well. People say she knows her way around finance. Maybe she could lend us sinsight?" Henley Burke shook his head right away. "Absolutely not. Everyone here is aware of the tension between Mr. Mitchell and her. She won't help us. She might even get angry at us for asking for her advice." Otis Braxton could hardly hide his frustration. "So what now? We're running on fumes here. No matter how much money we throw at this, the Wilson Group just keeps sinking. Without a trillion, there's no hope. Might as well call it quits." Milton had already warned Ethan that saving the Wilson Group was next to impossible. Trying to rescue it would mean risking the entire Mitchell Group.
"I'm begging you. Please, I need your help." Gracie's voice trembled, tears slipping down her cheeks. She pushed her plate away, unable to eat. Not long ago, she had believed herself to be a financial whiz, a natural in business, thinking she could pull the Wilson Group back from the edge.
Oiginally published in glnov.☐☐m After months of tireless work, Gracie had only managed to slow the downward spiral of Wilson Group's stock. From the moment the market opened that morning, their shares had been plummeting.
Gracie had tried reaching Ethan multiple times, but every tshe called, he told her to ask Milton for help.
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Rising from his seat, Milton picked up his tray. "We are left with no other choice now I go ask Ms. Harper for help."
While Brenna was eating, her phone lit up with a message from Ethan-a photo of him out to eat with a few business contacts. She ignored the message. Just then, Milton approached, greeting her with a polite smile as he sat down beside her.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Harper."
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