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employees really think he was a colossal joke? See him as a complete failure who would run the company into the ground?
He drained his coffee. Since when did he give a flying fuck what people thought? Being the CEO meant you were inevitably going to do things that made you unpopular with your employees for the good of the company. He tried to think of one unfavorable thing his dad had done, but came up short. “Whatever,” he said out loud. “Dad was good at hiding his dirty laundry.”
Though Grayson had accused Becca days ago of blackmailing his dad, he didn’t really believe that was the case. His dad wasn’t the type of guy to have any enemies or secrets. To accuse her of holding something scandalous over his pop’s head to get those shares, he’d admit, had been ludicrous.
Grabbing his coffee mug, he refilled it and headed back upstairs into his bathroom. Since a run in the hot sun was out of the question, he’d shower and head in to the office. He had a report on all Tex-Mex restaurants in the Southwest to pore over that he’d asked his research team to put together and leave on his desk by close of business on Friday. When they’d asked for more time, he gave them until Sunday at noon.
Did that make him a prick because his staff would have to give up their weekend to finish it? Probably. It didn’t matter. Sundays were always productive for him. He’d study the research and pinpoint which restaurants made the most sense to push Guac Olé into. Besides, the additional profit would surely lead to smiling faces in December when all of his employees received holiday bonuses.
His brothers would, no doubt, give him shit for moving forward with the plans after they’d voted no, but if they were going to be jerks and demand Becca be part of the conversation, well then he would quietly put his plan into motion without them. In September, he’d share his progress, and if either Gavin or Gage opposed, he’d tell them to shove it. Same went for Becca if she sided with his brothers.
He turned on the shower, yanked off his white T-shirt, and removed his gray sweats. He stepped in and his hands flattened on his face as he let the steaming hot water relax his sore muscles. He’d hit the ground pretty hard last night.
If he hadn’t been clocked by the cowboy, would he have finished his conversation with Becca? Maybe they would have danced again and he could have convinced her that accepting his offer to buy her shares was not only a good deal for her but the best move for the company.
He squeezed out some shampoo, massaging his scalp. He could dream up an ending where she accepted his offer, but it probably wasn’t in the cards. For whatever reason, she was content on staying in the factory and peeling avocados.
She said the plant was her home. He might have laughed at her, but in that moment, he’d experienced a twinge of envy. Yeah, he’d worked his butt off over the years, carving out his place in the company, but the pride in her eyes was real, raw emotion.
He should have never laughed in her face. He didn’t know what her life was like outside of work. Maybe the factory was like a home to her. Just like Macy had told him recently that the open road used to be hers.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a crisp white towel, tying it around his waist. Wiping the condensation off his mirror, he stared hard. “You’re really losing your charm,” he warned his reflection. Time to move on to Plan B—which he didn’t have at the moment. If only he could get closer to Becca and learn why his dad had selected her for his inheritance and why she was so insistent on keeping those shares.
Maybe he should take Gavin’s advice and chill out for the next three weeks. Stop pressing the issue of buying her out. Spend some time around her and discover what his dad saw in a factory employee to single-handedly make her the most powerful person in the company.
Perhaps then he would be able to come up with a
He drained his coffee. Since when did he give a flying fuck what people thought? Being the CEO meant you were inevitably going to do things that made you unpopular with your employees for the good of the company. He tried to think of one unfavorable thing his dad had done, but came up short. “Whatever,” he said out loud. “Dad was good at hiding his dirty laundry.”
Though Grayson had accused Becca days ago of blackmailing his dad, he didn’t really believe that was the case. His dad wasn’t the type of guy to have any enemies or secrets. To accuse her of holding something scandalous over his pop’s head to get those shares, he’d admit, had been ludicrous.
Grabbing his coffee mug, he refilled it and headed back upstairs into his bathroom. Since a run in the hot sun was out of the question, he’d shower and head in to the office. He had a report on all Tex-Mex restaurants in the Southwest to pore over that he’d asked his research team to put together and leave on his desk by close of business on Friday. When they’d asked for more time, he gave them until Sunday at noon.
Did that make him a prick because his staff would have to give up their weekend to finish it? Probably. It didn’t matter. Sundays were always productive for him. He’d study the research and pinpoint which restaurants made the most sense to push Guac Olé into. Besides, the additional profit would surely lead to smiling faces in December when all of his employees received holiday bonuses.
His brothers would, no doubt, give him shit for moving forward with the plans after they’d voted no, but if they were going to be jerks and demand Becca be part of the conversation, well then he would quietly put his plan into motion without them. In September, he’d share his progress, and if either Gavin or Gage opposed, he’d tell them to shove it. Same went for Becca if she sided with his brothers.
He turned on the shower, yanked off his white T-shirt, and removed his gray sweats. He stepped in and his hands flattened on his face as he let the steaming hot water relax his sore muscles. He’d hit the ground pretty hard last night.
If he hadn’t been clocked by the cowboy, would he have finished his conversation with Becca? Maybe they would have danced again and he could have convinced her that accepting his offer to buy her shares was not only a good deal for her but the best move for the company.
He squeezed out some shampoo, massaging his scalp. He could dream up an ending where she accepted his offer, but it probably wasn’t in the cards. For whatever reason, she was content on staying in the factory and peeling avocados.
She said the plant was her home. He might have laughed at her, but in that moment, he’d experienced a twinge of envy. Yeah, he’d worked his butt off over the years, carving out his place in the company, but the pride in her eyes was real, raw emotion.
He should have never laughed in her face. He didn’t know what her life was like outside of work. Maybe the factory was like a home to her. Just like Macy had told him recently that the open road used to be hers.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a crisp white towel, tying it around his waist. Wiping the condensation off his mirror, he stared hard. “You’re really losing your charm,” he warned his reflection. Time to move on to Plan B—which he didn’t have at the moment. If only he could get closer to Becca and learn why his dad had selected her for his inheritance and why she was so insistent on keeping those shares.
Maybe he should take Gavin’s advice and chill out for the next three weeks. Stop pressing the issue of buying her out. Spend some time around her and discover what his dad saw in a factory employee to single-handedly make her the most powerful person in the company.
Perhaps then he would be able to come up with a
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