Loss of trust from the market will impact our share price, and investors will shy away from other projects.
I stride through the room I last walked in with my beautiful fiancée on my arm and feel an emptiness in my heart that burns.
I told Emily I wanted to take her home and make love to her.I’ve never used those words in my life.
“Reema fromThe New York Times.”A woman steps in front of me, holding her phone loosely in her hand.Also known as a voice recorder.“Mr.Remington, would you be willing to share with us what happened tonight?”
“No.”I keep walking and glance around for Amanda and her PR manager, Ruth.
As if the universe is finally on my side, Ruth appears.
“Hey Reema, Remington Obsidian will not be making a statement tonight.It was simply some internal discussions overflowing into a work event.”
I nod at Ruth and continue toward the two men who are shaking hands and saying goodbye to those around them.
Khalid and Rashid Al-Mansour.
Disappointment lines the sheik's face as he turns to face me.
“Walk me out,” he says, striding toward me, and I nod, meeting his pace while Rashid trails behind us.“You’ve broken a sacred trust between two men.Two businessmen.”
He’s right.
However, I didn’t get to be one of the most successful men in this country by lying down.
“There’s money to be made on this development, Khalid.I was wrong.I shouldn’t have lied.I wanted to assure you that nothing took place between your daughter and me.”
His white limousine pulls up and we stop walking to finish our conversation.
“You used Emily.”
She wasn’t unwilling.
“We had an agreement.”I then add, “I know she didn’t like deceiving you.Or anyone.”
Adjusting his white head covering, he watches his brother walk to their waiting vehicle.
I have about thirty seconds.
“The bigger issue here is that I had a rat in my house who has sabotaged this project from the start,” I say, still wrapping my head around the events of tonight.“Victor will be fired, and I will fix the zoning and protester situation.Whatever it takes.”
Khalid slides his hands into his pocket.
“I’m very happy to hear that.Finally.”
What?
“I knew weeks ago that he was untrustworthy.He paid my daughter to...surprise you at the dinner.”
My brows fly up.
“What?”
“You made an assumption, Sebastian.I pulled out of the project because I wasn’t sure I could trust you or your team.I came to America to see if there was hope.You are right, there is money to be made.”
Jesus fuck.
“How do we fix this?”
