Page 4 of Fight For Us


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“Got it. And all?—”

Kelly hands me a stack of papers as we round the corner into my office. “Everything is in here about the company. I made a few notes for you that Raven is worried about that you’ll need to discuss with her.”

I smile at my assistant as I loosen the tie at my neck. “What would I do without you?”

“Miss the meeting entirely. Do you need anything else?”

“No. Enjoy your lunch. I’ll review everything here before my meeting.”

She sets another stack of papers down. “Okay. Here’s everything needed for the meeting with the investors, including stock options for them.”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

“Can I order you anything for lunch?” she asks, tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear, glancing down at the tablet in her hand. “We’re trying the new place down the street.”

“I’ll take my usual salad. Just make sure?—”

“There’s no strawberries. I know your allergies by now.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Anything else?”

“Yes.” Kelly straightens, looking up, her lips pursed. “Your mother has called again, and I’ve forwarded you another message from an attorney in?—”

“That’s all.”

My voice is clipped.

She nods. “Let me know if there is anything else you need.”

She spins on her heel and leaves my office. Thankfully, she’s used to my mood.

I blow out a breath, undoing my tie completely as I stare out the windows facing downtown Seattle. Clouds hang low over the mountains in the distance. Ferries come and go from the various islands surrounding the city.

It’s about as different from where I grew up as it could be.

I’ve been ignoring the messages for a week now. All from the same attorney from back home in Montana. No.

Not home.

Seattle is home now. The city has been home for the last six years. I’ve been back a few times since I left, but never stay long. Even if my mom and sister yell at me for it.

I’d rather pay for them to come visit me than go back there.

Tossing my tie onto my desk, I plop down into my black leather chair and drop my elbows onto the heavy wooden desk.

I don’t know why someone from back home is wanting to get in touch with me so badly, but it’s not something I can focus on right now.

This acquisition demands my undivided attention.

I’ve been working on it for months. Coming in early. Staying late. We’re in the homestretch. Only a few more hoops to jump through before it can be finalized.

Who knew I had a knack for this kind of stuff? I always enjoyed math in high school, but it wasn’t until college that I found out I wasreallygood at it. Enough to do something with it for a living.

I bury myself in papers, eating my lunch as I study the numbers to make sure everything is in line for the deal. This is how I made a name for myself here. I can find anything that is out of line on a balance sheet of the company being acquired.

“Mr. Miller?”

Kelly knocks on the door, peeking her head in.