Whatever was going on with her, she was downright pissed.
I rolled out of bed, slipping on some shorts and then opened the door, seeing her walk down the hallway with the phone in her hand.
“No, don’t give me that bullshit, Marcell. You send me that cryptic email and then tell me not to worry about it. Why the hell not? It’s a good deal.”
She turned around, stopping as she saw me, her jaw dropping slightly. A blush crept up her neck and she turned around again, and honestly, I couldn’t fight the smirk.
I also couldn’t fight my body’s reaction to her, seeing her with her hair pinned up, a tank top on, and some skimpy shorts. Yeah, it all just helped her cause.
Did damage to me, but I wasn’t about to fight it.
“No, don’t you tell me to calm down. Damn it, you need to talk to me.” She sighed and then ran her hand over her face before clenching her teeth. A pissed off Saranna was freaking ass hot!
“What’s going on?” I whispered, causing her to look at me.
“A mess,” was her simple answer before she turned her attention back to the phone call. “Marcell, if you don’t give me something solid, I’m going to quit on you, then where the hell are you going to be?”
She walked over to the couch and sat down, resting her arm on her legs.
“Yes, I understand there’s shit going on, it’s my life, thank you. But that’s not cause….no, don’t…fine. I’ll stop dealing with it until you tell me otherwise.”
With that, she pulled the phone away from her ear and hit the end button, making me smirk.
“Did you just hang up on the boss?” I asked, sitting down next to her.
“He’s an asshole, so yes.” I chuckled as I rubbed her back, not sure why I felt like I needed to touch her, but I had to.
“So, what’s up?”
“He told me to stop working on a deal.”
“How many do you work on at a time for him?”
She thought it over and then shrugged.
“I can work on quite a bit, looking over things, re-working contracts, meeting with people, re-doing it all again. I’m better than a lawyer in most cases.
“Anyways, he told me to stop and I can’t understand why. It would have been huge for him. I mean, it’s not like he needs themoney, but it would have been a nice payload. But it goes beyond that.”
“Has he ever done anything like that?”
“No,” she answered. “Not with something this big. He’s had me cancel deals or stop when it’s smaller or when it’s going to hurt him more than he thought. But this isn’t that. So, it’s very out of left field for him.”
I thought that over, something twisting in my gut.
“Can you show me the deal? I’m assuming since he has you stopping it for the moment, it’s something I can see?”
“It really wouldn’t matter. It’s not like you’d go and tell anyone. Let me get my laptop.” She jumped up and went back to the room, coming out a few moments later with her laptop, the thumb drive attached. “Let’s sit at the table.”
She opened up the folder and then the document, handing me the laptop to read as I pulled the chair out next to her.
“This,” she said, pointing to the screen and the names, which I could understand, “would be the winners in this deal. It would gain some very high and favorable points for Marcell and a few other families.
“Where the big one was for lands on the dock and waterfront, this is actually for open land where factories can be built. The city owns the land, of course, and if Marcell got it, he would make this much,” she showed me and the number had a pretty set of zeroes behind it. “And then this is what the families would get who invested.
“Now, down here,” she started, scrolling down to another section, “is where the city wants to sell and for how much. This is Marcell’s counteroffer, part on what I was working on because it’s too high for the land that’s been vacant for dozens of years.”
“I can see you doing all of this. So, what’s the problem?”
