Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“No need to. I came to visit you, not her.”
Of course he has. The snake.
The elevator comes to a stop, and we both get out. My personal assistant looks at me, then back to her work. I learned early on not to play with people I work with, it cost me thousands of dollars when I first started out trying to fix a mistake.
Pulling out my phone, I send her a message. Just because I may be using her, does not mean I like it when others do so. And her father has used her enough.
Your father’s in my office. He told me you didn’t need to know.
“What can I help you with?” I ask as I sit.
He cracks his neck from side to side. “I came to see if you wanted to invest in a charity I’m operating.”
“Invest?” I ask him.
“Sponsorship. We are always on the lookout for people who are willing to help sponsor and make this city a better place. You have the means to do so, so I figured what better person to ask than my future son in law.” When he stops talking, he looks around the office.
“Your father created something very special here. I’m glad to see it didn’t die with him.”
My company runs and owns chains all over America. We sell everything from fridge’s, cars, to phones to guns and everything in between, but my main income, is security. Anything you need, we have. And it almost died, well, it practically did die, just before I took over. One of our CEO’s was running it into the ground, and there were only three stores left open. When my father had it, we had over a hundred stores open and doing remarkably well. Now I have it, I’ve tripled the business since I added security, I have a thing for watching people. So, yes, I have the money for whatever it is this man wants, but he’s silly if he thinks he can play me.
I help some of the most dangerous men in this city, once upon a time, I helped this scum bag.
“Me too.” He nods. “If you send me all the paperwork, I’ll be sure to look through it and let you know if I can sponsor, but as you know, I have my own charities as well.”
“Oh, yes, suicide. Well, I know that one is close to the heart, but you should do more.” I do, but he doesn’t need to know where my money goes. That’s none of his fucking business.
Gerald’s phone starts ringing, and he holds up a finger as he goes to answer it. “Hello, Lottie.” I sit back waiting to hear what he has to say. “No, I can’t meet now, I’m in a meeting. Let your mother know when she knows my schedule.” Then he hangs up, and my phone immediately beeps.
Lottie: Is he still there?
I reply straight away.
Me: Yes.
“You sure you know who you’re marrying?” he asks, joking as he stands from his chair.
“Do you know her?” I ask, making him pause.
“Lottie has a rebellious streak, so watch her closely. She’s trainable if you do it right.”
“Thanks for that advice. Though, I don’t want to tame her,” I say, standing with him.
“Are you sure about that?” he asks, as if he can’t believe what I’ve said.
“Yes, I like her just the way she is.”
“Only like.” He taps his phone. “I see.”
Fuck! I’ve fucked that one up, didn’t I?
“I like the way she is. I love her as a person.”
A simple nod to my lie is all I get in return as he turns and walks off. When he gets to the door, he stops before he pulls it open. “You know, privately investing in a charity is good for publicity. Our other sponsors have great connections as well. International, too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I tell him as he walks out.
My phone starts ringing and her name flashes across the screen. Bunny.
“He just left.”
“What did he want?” she asks, not even caring to say hello.
“Wants me to become a sponsor for one of his charities.”
“Of course he does, because then that makes him look good.” I can practically feel the eye roll I know she’s giving.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask her, sitting back in my chair, waiting for her to respond.
“You want my opinion?” she asks, sounding almost shocked.
“Yes, Bunny, tell me. You will be my wife soon, or have you forgotten?”
“That’s a hard thing to forget when your ring sits on my finger every day,” she says with more sass than she started the conversation off with.
“That’s not answering my question. Do you want me to give your father money?”
She doesn’t speak straight away. I can hear her breathing on the phone, though. “No.”
“Okay then, I will decline his offer.”
“Whiskey.”
“Yes, Bunny.”