Marcus crossed his arms, his gaze flitting between Jonathan and Sophie. “We need to cut costs and fast. I suggest—”
“No,” Jonathan interjected firmly. “I can’t risk the morale of my staff for a few quick fixes.”
Marcus’s brow furrowed. “This is bigger than you think, Jonathan. This isn’t just about the staff; this is about survival!”
Sophie shifted uneasily, watching their exchange, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. “If you’re in trouble…” she started softly, “maybe there’s something I can do to help?”
Jonathan turned to her, sensing a spark of determination in her eyes. “What do you mean?”
She hesitated but pressed on, “I overheard some things. About Marcus… and the finances.”
“What? What did you hear?” Jonathan asked, a knot of tension forming in his stomach.
Before Sophie could respond, a loud crash echoed from outside the mansion, shaking the walls and sending a jolt through Jonathan’s body. “What was that?” he exclaimed, turning towards the sound.
