While she is cleaning up, the young attorney looks up and eyes her. “Who the fuck is she?”
“She is off the menu,” I say way too fast, “and you need to focus.”
Troy and I stand to stretch, and we share a look.
The cocky young attorney looks back at her, and it’s as if he is made of iron. “How so?”
“Because I fucking said so.”
I look at Rhett. He can sense the energy changing.
Walking to the window, I peer out, standing in silence. Rhett stands next to me, and I look at him.
Across the room, Troy and the attorney drink juice.
“Out,” I say low to Rhett. Rhett nods ever so slightly, and he walks back to the juice table.
“Look, we’ve nailed down most contractual details, as you know. Return to the jet and prepare the final agreement draft.”
“I’d rather stay for dessert,” he says as Samantha walks back in.
I turn, and Rhett and Troy catch my killer glare.
The young attorney smiles, and hewatches Samantha. Watches her like a predator. It’s not on, and I want him off the property.
As I walk towards him, Rhett and Troy intercept me.
“Agreement now,” Rhett says sternly, pointing to the door.
“And fast,” Troy demands.
The energy in the room has changed, and Samantha senses it too. She shoots me a look, and I look at her protectively.
I am about to tear him in two, but I need to watch myself.
The cocky attorney pauses, but he quickly realizes he’s messed up. I avoid the pup’s eyes, and he leaves in shame. He had his fucking chance. I follow Samantha to the door, holding it open for her and her big tray. “You okay?”
“Of course, dear,” Samantha says before leaning in close. “And thanks, the guy’s a creep.”
Troy,Rhett, and I work on the rest of the complex deal, including what combined companies of ours would handle what, and what new companies we would merge or build together.
Merging divisions, companies and resources into a large conglomerate is complex. We dig in, and we move fast. We are decisive, and I am now more relaxed.
Now that the young pup is off the property, we quickly align our entities, interests, and the investment capital.
When I drive Troy and Rhett back to their jet on our small airstrip, I avoid the pup’s eyes. Troy and Rhett have lightened up, and the three of us hug.
“You must like this one,” Troy says.
“And great to see you, Harry,” Rhett says, an arm on my shoulder. “Well done, too. If we can pull this off and lock down Asia, it will be huge.”
“When,” I say, smiling. I then pause, unsure what to say. “Look, about her...”
My media tycoon friends look at me. They know I’m private as hell.
“She must be special,” Troy says.
I nod. “She is, I think.”
