Ana's POV
The Welch Group's stock had tanked several points in a short time.
All thanks to Ridley, who'd masterminded the whole mess.
While Morris scrambled to handle the chaos, Ridley decided to deliver an invitation personally.
A charity gala at the Capital City Club soon.
Ridley tracked Morris down to the Welch Group's underground parking garage, looking way too pleased with himself as he took in Morris's exhausted appearance.
"Mr. Welch, don't take it personally that I'm playing hardball—business is business, no right or wrong about it. But I'm throwing you a lifeline here. Plenty of heavy hitters will be at this charity gala. Who knows, maybe one of them can bail you out," Ridley said.
Ridley had cornered us in the parking garage just as we were taking a break, planning to visit our teacher.
When Ridley handed over that invitation, I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. Seriously? Could his timing be any worse?
