Chapter 137: The Cochan Dilemma

Cynthia Cochan stared at the thick stack of papers on the kitchen table, her manicured fingers tapping impatiently. The morning sunlight streamed through the large bay windows, casting a harsh glare on the bleak reality before her.

The once-thriving Cochan Mall was teetering on the edge of collapse, and every page in front of her detailed just how precarious their financial situation had become.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, one made worse by the strained silence between her and her husband, who sat across the table with a furrowed brow.

They were waiting for Abbie Wiess, the representative from Golan National Bank. Cynthia’s nerves were frayed, and her distaste for the meeting was evident.

The bank’s offer was the first real interest anyone had shown in months, but there was a sting in knowing that they were being targeted as a bargain investment, prey for the vultures circling their struggling business.

Jessica Cochan leaned against the counter, scrolling through her phone absent