Chapter 58
“Why are we here?” My voice came out in a rush. I was tense until it hurt; my thoughts returned to the day I had been fired.
Elias pressed a key card to the building’s scanner. It beeped, and he held the door open. The lobby was empty of the usual bustle, and all the furniture was gone.
“Why is it empty?” I went deeper inside until I reached the area where all the cubicles were. They hadn’t been removed, but it was empty of all people.
“We bought it.”
I struggled to understand Elias’ words.
“Bought it?”
“Candor News. You’re the new owner.”
“But why?”
“We needed a new investment that didn’t involve—” Elias cut off and cleared his throat. “We know how you feel about this place.” He shrugged.
“I’ve already created the budget plan. I’ll go over everything with you.
By dissolving the Chief Editor’s salary, we’ll be able to keep most of the positions.
You and I can come up with a game plan on how we move forward and who to keep,” Kyan explained everything he’d been considering for Candor’s future.
Meanwhile, I reeled.
Candor News . . . was mine?
Emotion clogged my throat.
I wasn’t going to complain about it. Owning a business was such a far-off concept for me. I wouldn’t have ever been able to do this for myself, especially in this industry. And if I did, it would take me decades to build something to this level.
The privilege of the wealthy.
But in having control over what we published, I wouldn’t be bound by people like Jack, who had blocked anything with substantial evidence.
Little had I known, it was because he was in Bourne Pack’s pocket.
“You can follow the Bourne trial happening in a few weeks.” Sinclair nudged me with his elbow.
I grinned. Oh, I would certainly cover it all.