Take that, Blake James.
BLAKE
“Now what?”
Issac sighs, throwing a pile of papers in my direction. “Another operator ceased trading.”
Frowning, I scan the papers. “Right, who?”
“Skies The Limit.”
Fuck.
Dad invested heavily in them, and now they’ve gone under?
“The director has filed for bankruptcy,” Issac adds, massaging his temples.
“You’re kidding.”
Issac shakes his head—no.
“Do you know how much we’ve lost?”
Issac meets my eyes, shaking his head again.
“A hundred million, Issac. One hundredmilliondollars.”
Issac inhales sharply, cursing under his breath.
I know how he feels, but this is catastrophic. A bad investment is the same as throwing your money into the river.
“I’ll call Brian, see if he can think of anything,” I mutter, sinking into my chair.
Issac nods, unsuccessfully suppressing a yawn. He looks tired too, which isn’t like him.
“Go home, Issac. There’s nothing we can do right now.”
“What about you?” Issac asks, rising to his feet cautiously. “You going back home?”
There’s nothing I can do from here, but I do need to call Brian, and I’ll need all the paperwork to get accurate advice.
“I’ll go after I’ve called Brian.”
Issac hesitates, and I shrug at him.
“What?”
“Did you want me to check on Danielle?”
I’ve already dialed Brian’s number, otherwise I could’ve pressed for more information behind his question.
I shake my head: no.
Danielle is a big girl, and she doesn’t need protection.
I have no doubt that if she were in any trouble, she’d have no issue dealing with it herself. Danielle may be cute and pretty, but she takes zero bullshit from anyone.
“Brian speaking.”
