Liana gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "Damien will take care of Blaze. That snake crossed the line when he attacked Anne. Damien won't let him get away with that."
"And Jackson?" Richard's voice was sharp; his gaze locked onto hers. "What do you plan to do about him?"
A small, cold smile tugged at Liana's lips. "Jackson will be handled. I'll shut him up with some contracts and money. He's predictable, and he knows better than to bite the hand that feeds him." She paused, leaning back in her chair. "It's politics, Richard. You and I both know it's not always about who's right but who has the upper hand."
Richard exhaled deeply, his eyes searching hers. "Sometimes I wonder if Damien knows the weight of the world we're handing him."
