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the ground inspired me more than anyone else I’ve known. It’s because of that reason I stayed.”
Unlocking her car door, she set her case inside. “You’re still fired.” She poked him in the shoulder with her index finger. “But I would like to make one correction in your divulged information.”
“And that is?”
“ We did it. You may have been with me in the beginning for deceptive reasons, but you gave just as much to this company in the last seven years as I did.”
Taking her friend’s silence as an opportunity to place a kiss on his cheek, she leaned forward and gave him a loud one on the side of his face. “I hate to burst your bubble on another note. I was the one playing the biggest con. Teresa, my old secretary, and I devised a scheme that every time someone came into the office, she would call me and make up payments and accolades from various fictitious establishments.”
It was Darren’s turn to look thunderstruck, his mouth dropping open. “Delilah.”
“Sorry, Darren, you’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on me.” With that said, she got into the car feeling confident and self-assured. She left her friend standing, laughing at his own duping in front of the hotel.
Chapter five
“Mr. Carter, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Delilah grasped the tall blond man’s hand as he held it out to her, introducing himself. “We’re all looking forward to working with Torres Corp.”
She was happy to see Les Carter walk in the conference room where she and her team waited. She anticipated he would run the meeting in Nicholas Torres’ absence. Everything she’d heard and read about the business mogul reported that he rarely visited the States except during times when major business deals were on the table. Then he left again.
“Mr. Torres will be glad to know it.” He gave her a friendly smile then turned and included her six team members in his announcement. “If everyone could follow me. We’re actually meeting in the media room.”
As they all headed down the hall in a steady pace, she and Les Carter led the formation.
“Were there any complications with uploading our presentation?” she inquired.
“None at all. Everything worked well. Mr. Torres and our board members are anxious to see the preliminary designs you all have put together.”
“Once you send him the slides, how long do you anticipate before we get the final word and begin work?” she questioned, hoping she wasn’t coming off impatient.
“Send them to him?” He stopped before a large double oak door, his brow slightly furrowed.
Voice calm, she paused beside him with her team falling in behind like erect dominos. “I assumed you would send them to him, but perhaps not. Good thing we made him extra copies of everything so when you brief him--”
Composed, he explained, “Ms. Reynolds, I don’t have to send or brief Mr. Torres, when he’s present at the meeting. There are a lot of changes happening for Torres Corporation with this redesigning, so Mr. Torres will definitely be in attendance.”
Feeling a bit sheepish, Delilah attempted to cover her ignorance. “Glad to hear it. I’m looking forward to meeting him.” She easily pasted a large smile on her face. She was excited over the prospect of meeting the Torres. “I wasn’t even aware he was still in town.”
“That’s understandable. He’s a very private person.” Les opened the door and stepped over the threshold.
When they entered, six other men already occupied the room. The ones facing the door all appeared in their mid to late fifties. Les directed her team to the group of men standing in an irregular circle, two of the men’s back to her.
Stepping beside one of them with thick black hair curling lazily at the collar of his suit jacket, Les Carter began, “Mr. Torres, Ms. Reynolds and the team from Précis Touch.”
Mr. Torres turned and her heart dropped out her chest and smacked
Unlocking her car door, she set her case inside. “You’re still fired.” She poked him in the shoulder with her index finger. “But I would like to make one correction in your divulged information.”
“And that is?”
“ We did it. You may have been with me in the beginning for deceptive reasons, but you gave just as much to this company in the last seven years as I did.”
Taking her friend’s silence as an opportunity to place a kiss on his cheek, she leaned forward and gave him a loud one on the side of his face. “I hate to burst your bubble on another note. I was the one playing the biggest con. Teresa, my old secretary, and I devised a scheme that every time someone came into the office, she would call me and make up payments and accolades from various fictitious establishments.”
It was Darren’s turn to look thunderstruck, his mouth dropping open. “Delilah.”
“Sorry, Darren, you’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on me.” With that said, she got into the car feeling confident and self-assured. She left her friend standing, laughing at his own duping in front of the hotel.
Chapter five
“Mr. Carter, it’s nice to meet you as well.” Delilah grasped the tall blond man’s hand as he held it out to her, introducing himself. “We’re all looking forward to working with Torres Corp.”
She was happy to see Les Carter walk in the conference room where she and her team waited. She anticipated he would run the meeting in Nicholas Torres’ absence. Everything she’d heard and read about the business mogul reported that he rarely visited the States except during times when major business deals were on the table. Then he left again.
“Mr. Torres will be glad to know it.” He gave her a friendly smile then turned and included her six team members in his announcement. “If everyone could follow me. We’re actually meeting in the media room.”
As they all headed down the hall in a steady pace, she and Les Carter led the formation.
“Were there any complications with uploading our presentation?” she inquired.
“None at all. Everything worked well. Mr. Torres and our board members are anxious to see the preliminary designs you all have put together.”
“Once you send him the slides, how long do you anticipate before we get the final word and begin work?” she questioned, hoping she wasn’t coming off impatient.
“Send them to him?” He stopped before a large double oak door, his brow slightly furrowed.
Voice calm, she paused beside him with her team falling in behind like erect dominos. “I assumed you would send them to him, but perhaps not. Good thing we made him extra copies of everything so when you brief him--”
Composed, he explained, “Ms. Reynolds, I don’t have to send or brief Mr. Torres, when he’s present at the meeting. There are a lot of changes happening for Torres Corporation with this redesigning, so Mr. Torres will definitely be in attendance.”
Feeling a bit sheepish, Delilah attempted to cover her ignorance. “Glad to hear it. I’m looking forward to meeting him.” She easily pasted a large smile on her face. She was excited over the prospect of meeting the Torres. “I wasn’t even aware he was still in town.”
“That’s understandable. He’s a very private person.” Les opened the door and stepped over the threshold.
When they entered, six other men already occupied the room. The ones facing the door all appeared in their mid to late fifties. Les directed her team to the group of men standing in an irregular circle, two of the men’s back to her.
Stepping beside one of them with thick black hair curling lazily at the collar of his suit jacket, Les Carter began, “Mr. Torres, Ms. Reynolds and the team from Précis Touch.”
Mr. Torres turned and her heart dropped out her chest and smacked
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