“As I’ve told you, nothing is up. I’m just worried about my father.”
“Isn’t your father doing well? Why are you worried? As the second-in-command, he practically controls everything. He’s the boss since the one on top tends to take a step back,” the same friends replied, mostly since the look on Clarice’s face was concerning.
“It’s far more complicated than you think. Still, I think my father has a handle on things since he didn’t talk about anything major.”
Clarice was about to get stuff off her chest. However, she decided to keep things to herself on second thought.
She put things vaguely.
It was not that she did not trust her good friend. By spilling the beans unknowingly, Clarice risked harming her father.
Whether it was true or not, Clarice had to play by the rules. She tried her best to clear the air, not wanting to give her father any trouble.
“Mr. Witterson is intelligent. He knows when to seize the right opportunities. Besides, only the Barns measure up to your
