Samantha raises her brow. “And her own room?”
She watches me closely, and I walk slowly towards her as the drama unfolds. Before we can say anything else, we hear the creaky wheels of the old Land Rover outside.
“Here we go,” I say.
Before I can reach the door, it opens, and the skinny heiress struts in as if she owns the God-darned place. She is showy, blingy, and in over-the-top clothing with big glasses.
“There you are, darling. I thought I’d drop by because you are dreadful at replying to my calls.”
The heiress freezes on seeing Samantha in her hot yoga clothes.
“Oh. Whom, may I ask, is this?”
The women eye each other up, and I try not to smile.
“Samantha is my new, ummm, world-class chef,” I say before the heiress smiles.
“Ahh, so just the help!”
Jesus.
“Samantha, this is Lady Elizabeth Verhoven.”
Samantha and Elizabeth both nod cooly. Samantha then gives me a look, and I tilt my head before she heads into the kitchen.
“So,” I say, “tell me. How is the family?”
Elizabeth takes my arm, and we walk into the grand hall. The best room for socializing and meals with company.
“Splendid, but Daddy’s gout is playing up. The old fool won’t reduce the fine foods, as you can imagine. Now, how about some champers?”
I inhale deeply and close the doors. So much for a productivity. I mumble to myself, keeping it low, “Dear God, kill me now.”
I losethe next few hours of work time, and I’ll never get them back. Ever. The stuffy, overly-bred woman bores me to tears as she sips old champagne. I play along, drinking sparkling water with a dash of lime.
She has not realized, and she never will. I’m that good.
After an enjoyable and real time with sassy Samantha, time with the plastic heiress is a rude shock to the system.
I am planning to do something drastic to get out of dinner. The thing is, she is still connected. Connected to my businesses.
To take my three existing companies from book values of around ten million each into the billions, I had to take the companies public.
I had to put them on the stock market, thus sell shares to others. I still own most shares, so I still retain the most control. However, her family has shares in the companies. Also, rather a lot.
If I do not play nice and burn a few hours, the wannabe blue blood could throw me a few curve balls.
Asking daddy to dump my shares could cost me hundreds of millions and get me bad press.
Only because of the coming deal and needing stable stock prices, I play along.
As long as she doesn’t expect a servicing against an oil painting, I will dispatch the trollop within the next few hours.
As I puton a dinner jacket hours later, I feel like a complete whore. In saying that, I do want to toss the stuffy fop out on her skinny white arse.
I decide to send Samantha a fast, short note, it will be wise to warn her.
Thanks for yesterday. Thoroughly enjoyable. About tonight. Let’s get the meal over with fast. Only three courses, whatever you advise.
