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 some time off right in front of Dn. 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 rxed afternoon at the hotel.


    Still, the thought of having to tweak that contract started gnawing at her again. With no other choice, she made her way to the Bradford Corporationter that day, intending to switch up the project n. Instead of constructing a shopping mall, she aimed to develop residential properties, much like the Dawson family.


    Sure, the new n 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, ring with evident disapproval.


    "This is reckless! Let Miss Quinn deal with it. You''re going to run thispany 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 ra took in their disdainful looks, a wave of sadness washed over her. These folks had climbed thedder 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. "ra, no matter what you say, we''re not on board. We still stand by Miss Quinn! This is your first time at thepany, and you''re already trying to call the shots with such a major decision. Nobody''s going to back you up."


    ra''s eyes swept over the senior staff, and she tossed down a dossier. "Thispany 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 I 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, ra had no ns to butter them up.


    Greysen stood up abruptly, mming 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 ra think she was?


    "ra, let me set this straight. You might''vended 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.