haven’t got a clue what she sees in that wimpy piece of shit, but he’s a lucky son of a bitch to have landed her.”
“It’s touched a nerve.”
“Fuck off,” I grumble, wrinkling my brow. “I was just surprised. Don’t act as if this is something bigger.” I’m getting defensive, but the bastard is baiting me. “Why don’t we find one of your ex-girlfriends and see who they’re fucking lately?”
“Sorry, mate, I didn’t mean to piss you off. I’m just curious and that,” he mutters.
“Did you hear any more from Benedict?” Changing the subject, I pick up a glass of water and take a couple of sips. Water is my go to remedy when I’m stressed.
“Well, he said they were impressed with you guys. He also mentioned some good ideas from their presentation—”
“I’m not using any of their ideas,” I interrupt him. “This expansion is gonna be my baby. I won’t take input from anyone but my team.”
“We might have to consider some of them though, Alex. Benedict said their employment proposal was decent. Remember, we’re gonna need staff for the new expansion, so with them needing to make cuts, we can invest some of those people in the retail shops?”
It’s a good idea. I’d actually heard that suggestion yesterday before my brain had shutdown from boredom. But I can’t use it in my plan for Libby’s company. Part of my plan when I takeover is to cut almost fifty percent of the staff. I can’t let that little secret out yet because I know it’ll cause uproar, but it’s the only way I’m going to make a significant profit on this thing regardless of the proposed forecasts.
“I’ll think about it,” I reply, closing off the conversation.
Sean shakes his head. “Sure you will.”
Leaning forward, I press the button for my intercom and call Kelly into my office. She appears in the doorway a couple of seconds later.
“Have you arranged another meeting over at SB yet, and did you get hold of Jack regarding the Williamson deal?” I only asked her to do it a couple of hours ago, but I want to get back over there to sort stuff out. The early bird catches the worm, right?
“Jack passed me the Williamson papers, and they are on your desk. I’ve also booked your meeting at SB, Alex. The secretary has you down for an appointment tomorrow morning at ten. Would you like to take the car from your flat or are you driving?” Kelly asks, pushing her reading glasses further onto her nose.
“I’ll drive myself. Tell Benedict I won’t need him attending either.” I nod and dismiss Kelly back to her desk.
“Driving?” Sean raises a curious eyebrow.
“Yes. And your point is?”
“Nothing,” he replies with a smirk.
This bastard thinks I’m up to something, but it has nothing to do with him even if I am. Nobody gets to meddle in my business.
My eyes flick to my watch. “Are we done here?” I ask, getting to my feet and closing the lid on my laptop. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“A date?” His eyes flash with curiosity.
“Sean, get the hell out my office.”
~
Killing the ignition, I unbuckle my seat belt, grab the bouquet of flowers from my passenger seat and get out of the car. Surprisingly, the place is busy for a Tuesday evening.
Walking up to the automatic doors, I step into the entrance foyer and flash my visitors pass to the porter. Once I’ve cleared the authorisation panel with my identity card, I head straight for the stairs. No point being lazy and taking the lift for only two flights.
It only takes a minute before I’m on the second floor and heading straight for room twenty-eight. I’ve made this trip so many times over the last few years, but not so much in the last month or two. Flowers are my usual present to hide whatever guilt I’m harbouring.
Stopping outside the room, I bring my hand up and lightly tap the door a few times before going in.
“And there she is,” I grin, placing the bouquet of flowers on the bed and bending down to kiss
“It’s touched a nerve.”
“Fuck off,” I grumble, wrinkling my brow. “I was just surprised. Don’t act as if this is something bigger.” I’m getting defensive, but the bastard is baiting me. “Why don’t we find one of your ex-girlfriends and see who they’re fucking lately?”
“Sorry, mate, I didn’t mean to piss you off. I’m just curious and that,” he mutters.
“Did you hear any more from Benedict?” Changing the subject, I pick up a glass of water and take a couple of sips. Water is my go to remedy when I’m stressed.
“Well, he said they were impressed with you guys. He also mentioned some good ideas from their presentation—”
“I’m not using any of their ideas,” I interrupt him. “This expansion is gonna be my baby. I won’t take input from anyone but my team.”
“We might have to consider some of them though, Alex. Benedict said their employment proposal was decent. Remember, we’re gonna need staff for the new expansion, so with them needing to make cuts, we can invest some of those people in the retail shops?”
It’s a good idea. I’d actually heard that suggestion yesterday before my brain had shutdown from boredom. But I can’t use it in my plan for Libby’s company. Part of my plan when I takeover is to cut almost fifty percent of the staff. I can’t let that little secret out yet because I know it’ll cause uproar, but it’s the only way I’m going to make a significant profit on this thing regardless of the proposed forecasts.
“I’ll think about it,” I reply, closing off the conversation.
Sean shakes his head. “Sure you will.”
Leaning forward, I press the button for my intercom and call Kelly into my office. She appears in the doorway a couple of seconds later.
“Have you arranged another meeting over at SB yet, and did you get hold of Jack regarding the Williamson deal?” I only asked her to do it a couple of hours ago, but I want to get back over there to sort stuff out. The early bird catches the worm, right?
“Jack passed me the Williamson papers, and they are on your desk. I’ve also booked your meeting at SB, Alex. The secretary has you down for an appointment tomorrow morning at ten. Would you like to take the car from your flat or are you driving?” Kelly asks, pushing her reading glasses further onto her nose.
“I’ll drive myself. Tell Benedict I won’t need him attending either.” I nod and dismiss Kelly back to her desk.
“Driving?” Sean raises a curious eyebrow.
“Yes. And your point is?”
“Nothing,” he replies with a smirk.
This bastard thinks I’m up to something, but it has nothing to do with him even if I am. Nobody gets to meddle in my business.
My eyes flick to my watch. “Are we done here?” I ask, getting to my feet and closing the lid on my laptop. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“A date?” His eyes flash with curiosity.
“Sean, get the hell out my office.”
~
Killing the ignition, I unbuckle my seat belt, grab the bouquet of flowers from my passenger seat and get out of the car. Surprisingly, the place is busy for a Tuesday evening.
Walking up to the automatic doors, I step into the entrance foyer and flash my visitors pass to the porter. Once I’ve cleared the authorisation panel with my identity card, I head straight for the stairs. No point being lazy and taking the lift for only two flights.
It only takes a minute before I’m on the second floor and heading straight for room twenty-eight. I’ve made this trip so many times over the last few years, but not so much in the last month or two. Flowers are my usual present to hide whatever guilt I’m harbouring.
Stopping outside the room, I bring my hand up and lightly tap the door a few times before going in.
“And there she is,” I grin, placing the bouquet of flowers on the bed and bending down to kiss
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