*MAXWELL*
The numbers didn't lie. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, brainstorming ways to end this Blackbridge chaos caused by Ariana.
Contractors would start asking questions in a few days, and investors would follow suit.
One of my options was to beg her. The word alone irritated me. So I should actually walk into her office, admit I need access to capital she now controls, ask her to unfreeze what was once mine. What was the guarantee that she would grant my request. No. That would be humiliating to say the least.
Option two is my Offshore.
I pulled up the private dashboard on my tablet. The holding company still sat untouched. Diversified accounts layered through jurisdictions Victor had no direct authority over.
There was enough to stabilize for short-term op
