Kathryn Frazer isthe queen of the boardroom. She’s unafraid to rise to the challenge of running an international business even at her young age and is single-minded in pursuit of her goals.
The phoneon my desk rings, and I move back to my desk.
“Michael,” I say, pressing the connect button.
“Caleb is on the line,” he says.
Ah, my brother. I shouldn’t be surprised. He recently joined the board at my invitation. The FHG is the founding company that built the Frazer fortune. I felt it was important that another family member be present and have input in how it operates.He’s pretty silent, letting me run the show, but it’s good to know he’s there.
“Thank you, put him through.” I hear the click as Michael connects us. “Hey, little brother.”
“Hey, Kat,” Caleb says. “I’ve just seen the newspaper. Please tell me Quentin gave you the heads up.”
I chuckle. “He did, but swore me to secrecy.”
As with all exposé pieces, the more people who know, the greater the chance the sting is leaked. As a result, Quentin gave me the heads up as a favour, but made it clear I wasn’t to discuss it with anyone, including Caleb.
His sigh of relief comes over loud and clear. I’m not sure why Caleb would doubt his friend, especially after all the help he’s given our family recently.
A wave of cold washes over me at the thought of Harper, our baby sister, alone on the other side of the world, all because of some sick bastard’s twisted mind games.
“So, what’s the plan?” Caleb asks.
I stifle a chuckle at his profound confidence thatIhave a plan.
“We’ll release a statement to the press distancing us from Moorland. Luckily, the project is still in its initial stages, so there’s minimal damage.”
Quentin’s heads-up ensured I refrained from handing over too much detail.
That reminds me, I need to send Quentin a box of wine. He saved my bacon on this one.
I write myself a note.
Contact Tristan St John, send Quentin a box of his favourite wine as a thank you.
This project has been years in the making, and will be ground-breaking if we succeed, the first of its kind and will cement the FHG as market leaders. It is therefore not something I want falling into our rivals’ hands.
“I’m scheduling a board meeting for Wednesday afternoon if you’re free? Michael will be sending out the invites shortly.”
“I’ll be there,” Caleb says. “What about other architects?”
“We have our previous list. I’m having Elliot revisit them with his team. Our biggest issue will be their availability and timeframes. It’s something I’ll discuss at the board meeting.”
There’s a pause, and I get the impression he wants to add something.
“Is there anything else?”
There’s another pause.
“No, see you on Wednesday, sis.”
Caleb disconnects before I can say anything else.
I sit back in my chair, finding my centre as I work to refocus my energy. My muscles tighten in readiness as the caffeine hits, and I prepare for what’s to come.
You’ve got this.
This is, after all, what I’m good at. Circumnavigating obstacles and strategising. Yes, it’s been a stressful couple of months, first finding out about Zach and Lottie, the cyberattack on both Elijah’s company and the hotel, Harper’s scandal, and now this. I’m beginning to wonder if someone is trying to see how far I can be pushed.
