Lacy Corporation, General Manager’s Office.
“Damn it, this is outrageous! What does that b***h Sarah Lacy have that I don’t?” Paul Lacy exploded, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. “Why do they insist on talking to her and not me?”
Across the desk, Jacob Lacy sat with tightly locked brows, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on him.
“Whatever method Sarah used, that’s irrelevant now,” Jacob said gravely. “What matters at this moment is getting her over to Brooks Corporation. We need to stabilize the resort project first.”
“But Dad, I can’t swallow this! Do you expect me to just hand the project back to that b***h?” Paul snapped.
Jacob snorted sharply.
“You’ll swallow it whether you like it or not. Unless you want your grandfather finding out you nearly lost the bigges
