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I said slowly, all of my excitement draining to my feet as I stood, forcing myself to shake hands with the room before filing out, Travis following behind me. I waited until we were outside before I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to punch something.
“What the hell happened back there?” Travis asked, astonishment all over his face as we walked to my car together. “I thought we had it in the bag, dude.”
“I just don’t understand,” I said slowly, shoving my hands into my pockets. We had researched the building, prepped all of our people, done everything right down to the last penny and even won the damn award to show those fuckers that we were in the elite class. But none of it had mattered. We had still lost the contract and the future of our business hung in the balance now. While we were successful, whoever got that contract would quickly rise to fame and the flux of real estate would lean their way. It was just the way of the world we lived in.
“Well, I’m going to get rip roaring drunk,” Travis announced as he walked toward his car. “And get laid a few times. Want to come?”
I shook my head and kicked at a rock in front of me, watching it skitter across the ground, much like the bumpy road of my career. I wanted to be alone, not surrounded by people. This was a personal blow to my ego, not getting this deal and now I was going to have to find something to replace it. What that would be, I didn’t have a clue. “Nah, go on ahead, have fun. I’m out.”
Travis leaned over and clapped me on the shoulder. “Hey dude, there are going to be a ton of other deals. We’re already successful as fuck. Don’t let it get to you, okay?”
“Have a good night,” I said, stepping towards my car. Travis was right of course. We were successful regardless of the deal and I could still purchase that house on the beach if I wanted to, but my pride was seriously wounded.
I climbed in my car and drove toward my condo, feeling dejected. I needed a few stiff drinks and my balcony for a while to process this in. Tomorrow I would get up with a different frame of mind, but tonight, I wanted to drown my sorrows in what this deal could have meant for the both of us.
It didn’t take me long to reach the building and I climbed out of my car, walking toward the entrance with a clenched jaw, my strides angry. How could I have lost this deal? Hadn’t I done everything like they wanted?
“Garrett?”
I turned to see Rachel in the doorway, holding the glass door open, a bag in one hand and a bottle of wine tucked under her arm. She looked fucking radiant, without a stitch of makeup on and dressed in tiny running shorts and a tank top that clung to her breasts invitingly. I couldn’t believe how happy I was to see her and all of the thoughts of our kiss came rushing back. “Rachel.”
“Are you okay?” she asked hesitantly as I walked through the open door. “You look upset.”
I sighed in frustration and ran a hand over my hair, causing it to stand up on end. “I-I got some bad news tonight.”
“Oh no,” she replied, her expression melting into empathy. “Is there anything I can do? I hope it isn’t too bad.”
“What? No, no one died or anything. It’s just, well, a deal I wanted didn’t pan out.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how petty they sounded. I was a damn successful businessman, a millionaire yet I was crying over a dead deal.
Rachel bit her lip and held up her bag, the smell of lo mein filling the air. “I’ve got booze and Chinese. Want to come drown your sorrows with me?”
Surprised, I looked at her. She was inviting me up? Really? “Are you sure?”
She grinned. “I don’t offer up my favorite Chinese to just anyone, Garrett. You look like you need some cheering up and I don’t have any plans other than to veg out so why not?”
“Yes,” I said quickly before she could change her mind. There was no one else I would rather spend time with than
“What the hell happened back there?” Travis asked, astonishment all over his face as we walked to my car together. “I thought we had it in the bag, dude.”
“I just don’t understand,” I said slowly, shoving my hands into my pockets. We had researched the building, prepped all of our people, done everything right down to the last penny and even won the damn award to show those fuckers that we were in the elite class. But none of it had mattered. We had still lost the contract and the future of our business hung in the balance now. While we were successful, whoever got that contract would quickly rise to fame and the flux of real estate would lean their way. It was just the way of the world we lived in.
“Well, I’m going to get rip roaring drunk,” Travis announced as he walked toward his car. “And get laid a few times. Want to come?”
I shook my head and kicked at a rock in front of me, watching it skitter across the ground, much like the bumpy road of my career. I wanted to be alone, not surrounded by people. This was a personal blow to my ego, not getting this deal and now I was going to have to find something to replace it. What that would be, I didn’t have a clue. “Nah, go on ahead, have fun. I’m out.”
Travis leaned over and clapped me on the shoulder. “Hey dude, there are going to be a ton of other deals. We’re already successful as fuck. Don’t let it get to you, okay?”
“Have a good night,” I said, stepping towards my car. Travis was right of course. We were successful regardless of the deal and I could still purchase that house on the beach if I wanted to, but my pride was seriously wounded.
I climbed in my car and drove toward my condo, feeling dejected. I needed a few stiff drinks and my balcony for a while to process this in. Tomorrow I would get up with a different frame of mind, but tonight, I wanted to drown my sorrows in what this deal could have meant for the both of us.
It didn’t take me long to reach the building and I climbed out of my car, walking toward the entrance with a clenched jaw, my strides angry. How could I have lost this deal? Hadn’t I done everything like they wanted?
“Garrett?”
I turned to see Rachel in the doorway, holding the glass door open, a bag in one hand and a bottle of wine tucked under her arm. She looked fucking radiant, without a stitch of makeup on and dressed in tiny running shorts and a tank top that clung to her breasts invitingly. I couldn’t believe how happy I was to see her and all of the thoughts of our kiss came rushing back. “Rachel.”
“Are you okay?” she asked hesitantly as I walked through the open door. “You look upset.”
I sighed in frustration and ran a hand over my hair, causing it to stand up on end. “I-I got some bad news tonight.”
“Oh no,” she replied, her expression melting into empathy. “Is there anything I can do? I hope it isn’t too bad.”
“What? No, no one died or anything. It’s just, well, a deal I wanted didn’t pan out.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how petty they sounded. I was a damn successful businessman, a millionaire yet I was crying over a dead deal.
Rachel bit her lip and held up her bag, the smell of lo mein filling the air. “I’ve got booze and Chinese. Want to come drown your sorrows with me?”
Surprised, I looked at her. She was inviting me up? Really? “Are you sure?”
She grinned. “I don’t offer up my favorite Chinese to just anyone, Garrett. You look like you need some cheering up and I don’t have any plans other than to veg out so why not?”
“Yes,” I said quickly before she could change her mind. There was no one else I would rather spend time with than
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