“You know who this is?” I demanded, jabbing my finger at the woman I’d last seen holding me prisoner.
“Yes. This is Miss Amber Bell. She’s a solicitor representing Brantwood Holdings.” Chandler said, looking confused. Everyone in the room looked confused, and despite the outrage I felt, embarrassment blossomed like the first few kernels of popcorn. Doubt started to seep through the cracks in my mind.
Turning my attention rallied my confidence, however. She was a dead ringer for the woman standing with the mercenaries while Natashya had a gun to her head. “This woman was in Vegas last weekend! She was one of the ones holding me hostage!”
“I… don’t understand,” Amber said, and my heart skipped several beats. The vocal fry… the cadence of her voice… this was the woman who lied about holding Emily and threatened Natashya! She was the one who asked me about the flash drive! She gave me a fucking hand job while I was tied to a chair!
“Where were you last weekend?” I spat.
“I was in Alexandria, Virginia,” Amber said, looking puzzled. Her brow furrowed, causing her glasses to slip down the bridge of her nose. “I was meeting with a client.”
That doubt resurfaced thanks to how confident she sounded in the answer and how genuinely confused she looked. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? Shouldn't I call her a liar? Then what? It was my word against hers. Plus, it dawned on me that I probably seemed a little unhinged, and the last thing I wanted to do was start publicly accusing a stranger of lying and looking even crazier.
More than a few seconds passed without either of us saying a word, and no one else chimed in. I glanced behind me to see Helen, Erin, and Chloe standing just inside the door. I was hoping Chloe would recognize her—he'd been there after all. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a hint of recognition on her freckled face. I guess that shouldn't have been surprising. My bodyguard had been too busy dodging bullets to notice some accounting nerd, and by the time the shooting was over, Amber had disappeared through another door.
Pet usual, Helen’s face rivaled those found at the World Poker Tour, while Erin looked like a deer caught in headlights. The look on her face said, “Abort! Abort!”
Someone coughed awkwardly in the silence.
“Marcus,” Chandler said. “Might I have a word?”
I could feel the eyes of every person in the boardroom burning holes in me. “Yeah,” I said, following him out of the boardroom and down the hall with Chloe, Erin, and John on my heels.
About ten feet down was another, smaller, unoccupied meeting room. Grayson led me and the ladies through the doorway while John stayed outside so no one would disturb us. As Erin shut the door, Chandler whipped around and steepled his fingers in front of him, doing a phenomenal job of controlling his temper. I’d never seen him this close to exploding.
“Meaning no disrespect, Marcus, but couldn’t you have handled that with a bit more tact?”
“Tact?” I asked. “Tact!? That woman is responsible for killing people at that party! Ray died because of her! She had me beaten, she interrogated me… some guy peed on me, and you want me to pretend that we’re cool?”
“Sir,” Chloe said, her tone cool and professional, “Are you sure she’s the one?”
I wanted to say I was one hundred percent sure, but I was never really one to fully trust myself, and this was no exception. Sure… she was the spitting image of the woman I saw that night, but there was a lot of gunfire, and it wasn’t like I got a long look at her. Her voice solidified it, but I don’t know if I would have picked up on it without the visual component. No… as convinced as I was that she was the woman from Vegas, I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure.
“I’m one hundred percent sure,” I said to Chloe.
I must have been pretty convincing because Chloe didn’t hesitate. Pulling out her phone, she began scrolling through her contacts as she said, “Alright.” She turned and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
With her phone to her ear, she turned to look at me and said, “To find proof.” Then she was gone.
“How do you want to proceed?” Chandler asked.
That was a good question. “What are my options? Can we postpone the meeting?”
Chandler shook his head emphatically as he slashed the air with his hands. “Out of the question. Perhaps if you had fallen ill or something, but after that display, if we didn’t follow through today, there would likely be a call for a vote of no confidence, and since I’m the CEO they would be voting on, I wouldn’t get to cast my votes.”
“Couldn’t they do that anyway?” I asked, suddenly afraid I’d really fucked up.
“They bloody well might,” he said. “A no-confidence vote could serve as a last-ditch attempt, but it can be challenged in court, and if there’s not a solid justification for it, the no-confidence could be overturned. However, the majority owner of the company going crazy just before voting his preferred candidate might be solid justification.”
The poor man looked anxious enough to tear his hair out in large clumps. “How about you give me a few minutes to unruffle any feathers, and then you rejoin us in, say… ten minutes?”
Deferring to his expertise, I nodded, “If you think that’s best.”
Relief seeped into his features, and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders sagging as he exhaled. I hadn’t realized how tense he looked.
“Thank you, Marcus,” he said, giving me a tight smile as he laid a hand on my shoulder. “Chin up. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it's getting out of a sticky wicket.
The smile I returned was just as brittle as his. Chandler headed for the door, then paused with his hand on the knob and looked back at me. “You really think she’s guilty?”
I nodded. “Yes. She’s a psychopath.”
“Well,” Chandler said. “It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with psychopaths in boardrooms. The business environment seems to attract them.” His smile became a lot more genuine… more Chandler. “Not to worry. Not much she can do besides take away your company and all.” With that, he slipped out the door and closed it behind him.
“Fuck, Marcus,” Erin breathed.
“I know,” I said, ashamed of how I’d reacted. After the exchange with Chandler and the building doubt whispering in the back of my mind, I hated myself for not being the cool guy who could walk into a room, look the villain in the eye, and pretend I wasn’t shaken. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle like that. I just saw her face and…” I didn’t have the words to finish the sentence, so I mimed an explosion.
“No,” Erin said, touching my arm, her dark eyes shining and her eyebrows canted in worry. “I mean… I’m sorry. This meeting was nerve-wracking enough. Then you had to go and run into her?”
“Oh,” I said, relieved that she wasn’t going to berate me. “Thanks.”
She slid against my side, wrapping her slender arms around my waist to squeeze me tight. Her cheek was pressed against my chest as she continued to look up at me with her big doe eyes. “What do you want to do?”
I thought about it for several moments. Now that I’d taken a few minutes to process it, I felt like I’d actually be able to sit in the same room with that woman… at least long enough to cast a vote. If Amber was the one who’d interrogated me—quit saying if, Marcus… it was definitely her—it wasn’t like she could do anything in the middle of a business meeting. Besides being too public of a setting, John was with me. Chloe was already doing everything she could to find proof, and I was confident enough in her skills that we’d have some way to press charges against her by the time we’d made Chandler CEO. “I’m gonna attend a business meeting.”
“You sure?” Erin asked.
“It doesn’t sound like I have a choice,” I said. “You heard Chandler.”
“Okay,” Erin said. She slid one hand behind my head and pulled me down so that she could press her lips to mine for a heated kiss that caused my blood to rush. Her tongue slid past my mouth and into mine, and I heard a faint whimper as we made out in the small meeting room inside VistaVision. I felt her other hand drop from my waist to my ass, and she tried to grab as much of one cheek as her dainty hand would allow. We spent the next few moments making out, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d deserved to have such an empathetic, beautiful, loyal angel by my side—someone so capable in business but a hellcat in the bedroom.
We parted, but she kept our faces close as she looked up at me with her large, expressive eyes and said, “I’m fucking the shit out of you tonight.”
Less than ten minutes later, we cleaned up the mess we’d made of Erin’s makeup and returned to the board room; everyone still had their eyes on me. Helen was staring at me with her cold, blue, unreadable gaze, Hiro was looking at me like a disappointed father, and Carla was doing her best to hide an amused smile. That bothered me more than anything else. Why the fuck was she even here? Did Hiro really need his emotional support Barbie to attend a simple board meeting?
A few new faces had arrived in my absence. I recognized a few of them as executive officers of the company—I recognized Yancy McLane, the Chief Financial Officer, and Thandi Nkosi, VistaVision’s Information Officer. There was also a man who looked in his early thirties with advanced male pattern baldness. His suit looked like it cost as much as my old car, and his watch could have covered a few months’ rent in my old apartment. He was Michael Ross, my siblings’ legal representation.
The other person was a woman about my sister’s height but as slender as Erin. The only word I could think of to describe her was ‘graceful.’ She had a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, a slender nose, and lips that were just a touch on the thin side. Her white blonde hair was fine as silk, parted down the middle, and was loosely kept out of her face with a couple of simple hair pins; it fell down to the middle of her back. Her bangs were swooped to the side, framing a pair of striking blue-green eyes. She wore a tight-fitting cream blouse that buttoned all the way up to the hollow of her throat and a pair of dress pants. Her whole outfit was conservative compared to what I was used to seeing my assistant in, but it hugged her perfectly, showing off the gentle curves of her willowy form.
“Ah, good timing, Marcus,” Chandler said, pulling my attention away from the beauty sitting to his left. “I was just telling the board about the dreadful experience you had last week and that I was sure they could understand the toll such an encounter would take on any of us. Better men would not have recovered so quickly.”
“With that in mind,” he continued, “Miss Bell’s striking resemblance to someone else startled you. I’ve assured everyone you’re fine and offered my sincerest apologies. We're ready to press on if you are.”
I dared to glance at Amber, but, unlike everyone else, her attention was on the meeting’s agenda as she furiously wrote in the margins. She barely seemed aware of what was happening around her.
The moment I opened my mouth to tell Chandler I was fine, she spoke up. “Yes. An unfortunate coincidence. I apologize if my likeness to this person upset you.” She halted her pen mid-stroke, looked up at me, and said, “I can assure you. No offense was taken. In fact, I would even venture to say it was…” Her eyes went glassy, and she suddenly looked as if she was looking through me while trying to find the right words to finish her sentence. “Very effective in helping me maintain a state of alertness.”
“I’m… glad I could help,” I said. Erin and I glanced at each other, and I could tell she was thinking the same thing—this woman seemed off somehow… like she had some sort of social disorder. However, with that business out of the way, I took my seat on Chandler’s right. Erin took the empty spot between Hiro and me.
“Glad all the drama’s worked out,” a voice said from a speakerphone. Wayne Prudem, my other ally, hadn’t been able to make it in person, but he was here in spirit. “Now, if everyone’s around the campfire, can we start singing Kumbaya?”
Chandler ensured everyone was ready and then started. “As you can see, I’ve provided a package for each of you. In it, you’ll find detailed records of the operations as well as the financial…”
Over the next fifteen minutes, Chandler regaled us with a tale of corporate success and how the last six quarters had taken the company to new heights of financial gains and development. Despite having gone over the meeting several times with Chandler, I was pleasantly surprised by his performance and the presentation's content. He was thorough and knowledgeable, and by the time he finished, I was convinced all over again that he was the man for the job.
At his conclusion, a handful of people clapped—Karl Yunger, Carla Tanaka, and the woman with the white blonde hair among them. “Well, that was damn convincing. I know where I’m casting my vote,” Wayne groused.
Kelly stood up and looked around the room at everyone, taking a longer moment to stare at me, then Chandler. Then she said, “That’s a nice narrative you put together, but I’m here to set the record straight.” She pointed a small remote at the wall behind Chandler, and a white backdrop slowly descended, accompanied by a faint hum.
“It’s true, this company has done relatively well in recent years, but growth has slowed considerably compared to what it did five years ago.” A PowerPoint presentation appeared on the backdrop, and she began comparing monthly revenue, key performance indicators, and a host of other metrics on a higher level than Chandler. She talked about the company’s performance during her time at the company, pointing out that growth had slowed significantly since her departure.
It lasted roughly ten minutes before she concluded her speech, saying, “What I’m suggesting is that this company has missed me. Milestones have been kicked down the road for the past several years, and overall profit has fallen nearly twenty percent in the last six months. We saw record growth while I served as Vice President of Development. Imagine what I could do at the helm. Thank you.”
The same few that had clapped for Chandler did the same for Kelly, with the addition of the man with the swarthy complexion and bold nose. I made it a point to not join in. I had to admit that Chandler did a great job communicating the company’s recent successes and plans for the future. However, Kelly did at least as good of a job painting a picture that muted the brightness of Chandler’s optimism. She spoke with a level of expertise and authority that was hard to ignore and attacked Chandler’s more rosy outlook with facts, logic, and scathing conclusions.
“Alright,” Chandler said, looking a little pale around the eyes. “We’ll open up the floor for questions and discussion.”
The next half hour was spent discussing numbers and figures. Kelly immediately went on the offensive, pointing out several key indicators that had flagged significantly in the past year. The dark-skinned man jumped on the attack, pointing out that his shares had decreased in value by two percent over the last quarter. All the while, Chandler did a terrific job of parrying all the attacks thrown at him.
“Oh, come now!” the current CEO said as things were beginning to get a little heated. “Colin Gerrard’s death must be considered! You can’t simply ignore performance when there’s instability at the top… especially when the bloody founder of the company dies!”
“That’s hardly an excuse,” another of the men said, and I recognized him—Gus Hathaway. He owned three percent of the company and seemed very analytical but also cutthroat. “A press release wasn’t issued until days after his passing. That huge oversight cost the shareholders collective millions, and that decision was yours.”
“When the wealthiest man in New York dies, not only does it affect his own companies but the local economy. Caution had to be applied… especially when there were anomalies in his posthumous demands!”
Me. Chandler was talking about me and the fact that I’d inherited everything. I wasn’t the only one who knew it, either. As I glanced around, several shareholders were throwing glances my way.
“It wasn’t like Gerrard wasn’t showing signs of failing health,” Kelly said. “You lacked the foresight to put a strategy in place that would deal with his death, and it shows how unqualified you are for this position!”
“Kelly Maddox, did you ever meet Collin Gerrard? You know how much of a stubborn old codger he could be! Do you think I made no attempts to install safeguards? I assure you, you wouldn’t have done any better! Do you know why I’m so convinced? Because you’re the one he fired, whereas I stayed in his service for years after you were terminated!”
Maddox’s face flushed, and her full lips compressed into a thin line. “You know that’s not on me! Logan Gerrard—”
Grayson cut her off. “Logan Gerrard had nothing to do with Collin growing tired of having you in his bed, which is the reason—”
“Okaaaayyy!” The woman with the white blonde hair slowly stood up as she placed her hands on the table and pressed her fingers into the surface. “I appreciate this helpful dialog, but I think we should all take a few minutes to cool off.”
Her voice was soft and affected by a gentle Scandinavian accent. She wasn’t loud, and her tone wasn’t harsh, but there was something about how she spoke that gave off a subtle air of authority… as if she were the only adult in a room full of children, and she was telling them it was nap time.
Chandler’s face—which had grown pale—reddened, and I’d spent enough time with him to be aware of his embarrassment over letting Kelly get to him enough that he stooped to mud-slinging.
“You’re right, Astrid,” he said, his tone clipped. “I suggest we take a twenty-minute recess to let cooler heads reign. There’s coffee available and more substantial food in the room just down the hall.”
With that, the meeting broke up, and Carla leaned forward, grabbed Erin’s and my attention, and whispered, “What did I tell you? These meetings are always exciting! So much tea!”
She put a hand next to her mouth so that people across the table couldn’t see, subtly pointed to Kelly, and mouthed, “That slut!”
I thought that was rich coming from the woman who had married a seventy-year-old man for his money while trying to seduce me in the bathroom of a coffee shop, but I simply nodded and smiled. Then I followed Erin into the hall and down to the break room, where a magnificent spread of food was laid out for everyone attending the meeting. Unlike in the board room, where cold cocktail shrimp and pinwheels sat on a table lining one wall, this room had breakfast tacos, donuts, fried chicken, waffles, and more.
The food wasn’t the only thing waiting there. Chloe stood next to the door, pulled me aside, and walked down the hall several feet until she was satisfied with the relative privacy.
“What did you find?” I asked.
“It’s not good,” she replied.
“What does that mean?”
“Her story checks out,” she said.
“What does that mean?” I repeated.
“It means Amber Bell stayed in the Radisson in Alexandria, Virginia, on Friday and Saturday night, according to the hotel and credit card company.”
“You confirmed all that in less than an hour?” I asked, surprised.
“Psalter isn’t cheap,” Chloe said.
“Worth it, though,” I said.
“Are you sure—”
“It’s her!” I hissed. “I swear to fucking god, every time I look at her, I’m convinced all over again!”
“Okay,” Chloe huffed, looking past me to make sure we were still alone. “All the findings show that she spent money in Virginia. It doesn’t mean she was actually there. I’ve already got Henry on it. He’s trying to get more solid evidence one way or the other.”
“Good,” I said. “Thanks.”
“How’s it going in there?” Chloe asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “It got a little daytime television. Chandler lost his cool and accused Kelly of getting her position because she slept with Colin.”
“Hmph,” Chloe grunted.
“Yeah. The whole thing has turned into a blood sport. Kelly isn’t much better, but still… I’ve never seen Chandler this agitated. I’d like to think it’s all moot because we have enough shares to win with Hiro and Wayne. Hiro’s hard to read, but he doesn't look particularly impressed by anything being said in there. I wish Wayne was here so I could get a read on him.”
“You can still win it without Wayne, right?” Chloe said.
“Barely, but yeah,” I admitted. “I can't win it without Tanaka at all, though.”
“You’ve done all you can. Worry about what you can control,” Chloe said.
I huffed. “You sound like my dad.”
“He’s a wise man.”
“True,” I said. “Okay, I should get back in there and mingle a little. Maybe I can sway a few of them to vote for Chandler.”
“Luck,” Chloe said.
Leaving Chloe in the hall, I entered the break room to see it inhabited by Roger and Carla. They were chatting. No… correction, Carla was chatting at Roger while he stared at his phone. When I arrived and made my way over to the coffee bar, Carla’s attention was immediately drawn to me.
“Marcus!” she called out, flashing me a beautiful smile that probably cost tens of thousands of dollars. Everything about her felt fake, but not in the typical way. Beautification was relatively affordable to all the classes, but low-cost work usually meant results that tended toward the uncanny valley. That wasn’t the case for the ultra-wealthy.
The feeling of artificiality I got from Carla was so subtle that it was almost undetectable. Her firm D-cup tits were works of art that—on their own—I might not have suspected of being fake at a glance. Her smile, on its own, could have been just a result of good genes. Her perfect Greek nose, high cheekbones, or lips that were the right amount of plump could all have been excused away by hitting the genetic lottery, but all of it combined… it was too perfect. Not in the way that Tara seemed perfect. I could tell that Tara had worked to sculpt an earned physique, but there was still a natural quality to her. Carla’s perfection felt purchased. It wasn't unpleasant; her unnatural perfection almost made her seem otherworldly… angelic even. On top of that, I would have bet all my money she felt just as good as she looked.
Unfortunately, her personality shattered the illusion. Her attempts at flirting were obvious, and the knowledge that she was out for money made her overtures even more grating.
“Hey, Carla,” I said, offering her a smile.
Roger looked up at his phone and simply said, “Mr. Upton.”
“Mr. VanCamp,” I replied. “It was good seeing you on Friday. I’m sorry you had to leave so abruptly.” The fact that he left before I could get my answers from Ashlee still rankled me, and intrusive thoughts about flinging my coffee in his face entered my mind. That reminded me of Bobbi, and I briefly wondered what would happen if Roger was strapped to a table in the dungeon room and I gave Bobbi free rein. Or better yet… Bobbi and Helen. What would the results of that be?
“Yes,” he said, looking back at his phone. “My wife was feeling under the weather.”
“Your daughter, too?” I asked.
He glanced back up at me, and I could plainly see his annoyance. “Yes.”
I couldn’t help myself… Roger got under my skin. Besides, he didn’t get a vote in the meeting, so fuck him. “It’s been cloudy lately. Maybe they need another shot of vitamin D. I think I’ve got some at the house if they need to borrow it.” It was a bad joke, but I’m not particularly gifted in that way.
It did the trick, though. I could see his irritation flare to actual anger.
He wasn’t the only one who got the joke. Carla, who had just taken a sip of her cold, frothy coffee, snorted and had to use a napkin to wipe away the foam that covered her nose and mouth. She continued to giggle silently into her napkin.
“How’s Barbara Nanford?” Roger asked.
“She’s fine,” I said, trying not to let him know that his question stung a little. It was a sensitive subject… especially after Emily.
I guess I succeeded because he stood up and said, “Excuse me… I need to make a call.” I certainly hoped I hadn’t pushed him to the point where he would act on one of his threats from the other night. I really needed to talk to Chloe and Henry Psalter about what it would take to have a man killed.
“What a tool,” Carla whispered about five seconds after Roger left as she patted the seat beside her. Suddenly, feeling a sense of camaraderie in our shared dislike for Roger VanCamp, I took her invitation and set my mug on the table.
“Fucking tell me about it,” I said.
“So,” she asked, folding her hands under her chin and looking at me intently, “Are you?”
“Am I what?” I asked.
“Banging his wife? That's what I heard. Is it true?”
Jesus… people in high society loved to talk. “Who did you hear that from?”
Her eyes shining with mirth, Carla flicked a perfectly manicured finger at me. “That’s a yes.”
“No it’s not!” I said, having a hard time keeping a smile off my face.
“I’ve made that face before, buster. I know what it means.”
“Know what means?” A masculine voice said. We looked at the entrance to see the swarthy man walk in.
At that moment, my phone buzzed, and I pulled it out. Erin had messaged to let me know that we had ten minutes left. I gave her a thumbs-up and set the device on the table.
“Oh, nothing,” Carla said, her flirtatious tone dropping to something that sounded almost bored. “How are you, Rajesh?”
“Doing well, Carla. Thank you for asking.” He sat down in the spot Roger vacated and held out his hand. “Rajesh Desai.”
I immediately recognized the name from Chandler’s lessons. Desai came from a wealthy Pakistani family that had made a name and fortune in the telecommunications industry in Southeast Asia. I immediately decided I hated this guy. His simple introduction felt smug, and as I shook his hand, I could feel him squeeze mine a tad too hard as if he had something to prove—Grade A asshole.
“Marcus Upton,” I said, taking his hand.
He started eating and asked, “How are you enjoying the life of the one percent, Mr. Upton?”
My mind immediately flooded with memories of all the things I’d done since becoming wealthy—being courted by YPV, seduced by one of the partner’s wives, buying a private jet, buying most of an entire building, purchasing my old company and firing my old boss… getting revenge on Bobbi, blowing money in Vegas with a bevy of hot women by my side…
“It’s been pretty cool,” I replied lamely.
Rajesh looked up at me, unimpressed with my answer. “Well, when you get bored, we should talk. I’m sure we can find something interesting to do.”
“Thanks,” I said, “But I can’t imagine I’ll get bored.”
He gave me a look that accused me of being naive. “You will. We all do.”
“Ooh! She’s pretty!” Carla said.
I glanced over to see her scrolling through my phone. “Hey!” I said, trying to snatch it back from her.
Carla moved the phone out of my reach, flashing the screen at me so I could see the image. She’d been looking at the picture of Danni I’d received a few hours ago, lying on her bed fully nude.
“Forgive her,” Rajesh said. “Mr. Tanaka hasn’t finished breaking her in.” He popped the remainder of a taco in his mouth and smiled at Carla; it was tinged with disdain. “She’s still feral.”
“Don’t listen to him, Marcus,” Carla said. “He’s ingested so many chemicals that he has to shoot them directly in his dick to make it work.”
“It isn’t the first time you’ve said that,” Rajesh said. “What’s the matter? Obsessed? Hiro unable to satisfy you in his old age?”
“Say that to his face,” Carla said as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“No thanks. I prefer keeping my head on my shoulders,” Desai said, and I wasn’t sure if he meant that literally or figuratively.
He sighed and looked down at his watch. “I’ll be glad when this useless business is done.”
“Useless?” I asked.
“Of course,” he sniffed and popped a shrimp in his mouth. “This is all a formality. Everyone wants Maddox to take over. Chandler’s effective, but he lacks Kelly's killer instinct. She’ll trim the fat and turn this company into an efficient machine in no time.”
“So, no chance I can convince you to go with Chandler?”
“Why would I do that?” He asked amusedly.
I shrugged. “Collin fired her for a reason.”
“And Collin is no longer with us,” Rajesh said. “Don’t get me wrong… he was a brilliant businessman—better than anyone here. I just think that, without his guidance, Maddox is the best choice. Besides, she had a point. The numbers were better under her.”
He looked at his watch again and said, “We’ll start soon. I’ll see you two in there.” He stood from his seat. “Marcus, it was good meeting you. Like I said, if you ever get bored, call me.”
“Your girlfriend’s seriously pretty,” Carla said, offering me my phone after Rajesh had left. Her tone had taken a subtly more serious effect than all the other times we interacted, and it took me by surprise.
“Thanks,” I said, taking my phone back and stowing it in my pocket as I stood up. I was still annoyed at her high school antics. “She’s not my girlfriend, though.”
“Still single then, hm?”
I eyed her carefully and said, “Yeah, but not really looking.” I remembered what she’d been doing with Kai.
“Don’t worry,” she said, gracefully rising from her seat. “I’m not going to try anything.” She started to walk past me and paused; our shoulders brushed as she leaned in until those perfect lips hovered near my ear. “But I do look better out of my clothes than she does,” she whispered. I could smell her rich and expensive perfume and felt something warm and wet flick across my ear, eliciting an involuntary shiver. Then she walked away.
“Be careful, there,” a feminine voice said behind me. Thinking we’d been alone, I whirled to see Astrid standing beside the coffee bar, refilling an empty mug. She watched me out of the corner of her eye as she added cream to her cup. She looked graceful and elegant doing something as mundane as pouring another coffee.
“You saw that?” I asked.
“I saw you turn her down. Good. She’d eat you alive.”
“Maybe,” I said, looking at the door where Carla had disappeared. “I think I could handle her.”
She arched a dainty eyebrow at me. “Really?”
Recalling Bobbi, I said, “Yeah. I've handled worse. She’s married, though. What’s more, she’s married to a friend.”
“You and Hiro have gotten close?” Astrid asked, testing her coffee.
“I think so. From my understanding, he and my grandpa got along well, and we’ve had some pretty good interactions. I think of him as a friend.”
Astrid nodded. “They did get along. He liked Collin a lot. I think he will vote for Chandler since he was Collin’s right hand for so many years.”
“Don’t suppose you can tell me who you’re voting for,” I said.
“Kelly,” Astrid said without hesitation.
“May I ask why?” I wasn’t just trying to make nice with her… I genuinely wanted to know what she saw in Maddox. All I knew was the little I gleaned from Chandler and Helen and that Collin had fired her. It would be nice to get an outside perspective from someone on the opposition’s side who seemed reasonable.
“She has better numbers,” Astrid said. “It makes more sense.”
“What if she wants to take the company in a direction we don’t want?” I asked.
“In a direction that didn’t increase profits?” Astrid asked.
“No. I mean… ethically.”
“Corporations aren’t meant to make ethical decisions,” Astrid said. “They’re meant to make money and make everyone more prosperous.”
“You don’t think corporations are morally responsible?”
Astrid shook her head. “Corporations are legally responsible. Lawmakers are morally responsible. It’s the duty of governments to legislate laws that the corporations have to follow.”
“Whoa,” I said. I wasn’t expecting something so… coldly logical from someone who seemed so warm. “That’s… I’m gonna have to think about that.”
She smiled warmly at me. “Marcus, right?”
“Yes,” I said. “Astrid?”
“Astrid Håkansson,” she said, offering me her hand.
I took it and immediately noticed how cold her fingers were.
“Sorry for the cold hands,” she said. Something in my face must have tipped her off. “Poor circulation.”
“Oh,” I said. “No problem.”
“It’s definitely a problem when you’re from Norway,” she grinned. “I have to practically stand over an open flame to stay warm.”
I thought of a few other ways to stay warm, but she didn’t seem the type to appreciate that kind of humor. Also, I wasn’t fourteen.
“So you’re just visiting New York?” I asked.
“Yes. Just for this meeting. My father doesn’t like to handle business over the phone, but he’s not feeling well, so he sent me.” She looked at me as if reading the next question on my face and said, “I’ll be in town until Sunday.”
I could take a hint; coming from her, I’d take it gladly. Her demeanor reminded me of Danni, but looks-wise, she was the closest thing I’d ever seen to an actual elf, with her slender, graceful figure and delicate features.
“Would you like to maybe grab dinner sometime this week?”
“I’d like that,” Astrid smiled prettily. “It’d be great to get to know the new Gerrard.” She pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it to me, already opening a new contact page. I entered my info in, hit save, and handed her phone back to her. “Great!” she said. “I’ll text you later, and we can schedule a time and place!”
“Sounds like a date!” I said.
“Not yet,” Astrid replied, her blue-green eyes shining in amusement. “Let’s see how this first one goes.”
“Deal,” I said.
Astrid and I were the last to enter the board room with a few minutes to spare. I sat beside Erin while she took a seat on the other side of the table. She’d been sitting next to Chandler, but Carla currently occupied that seat.
“Astrid!” She said in a loud whisper as the Norwegian woman approached her. Carla stood up and wrapped her arms around the slender woman, crushing her prominent breasts on the other woman’s much slighter frame. “We have a few minutes! Catch me up!”
I ignored the rest of the exchange as I leaned toward Chandler. “How you feeling about it, man?”
“Like nothing’s changed in the slightest,” Chandler muttered, looking around the room at everyone as they talked amongst themselves. “Even though we’ll win with backroom deals, I hardly feel confident in a command so fractured.”
“Colin had faith in you, man. That has to count for something.”
“Yes, well…” Chandler straightened and muttered something I couldn’t quite catch, then cleared his throat and called out. “Very well! Let’s get started since we’re all here!”
Once everyone quieted, Chandler continued, “I think we’ve made our cases plainly enough. We’ve had time to talk things out amongst ourselves. Does anyone have any final words?”
When no one said anything, Chandler said, “Is everyone ready for the vote?”
Besides a few quiet murmurs and nods, no one said anything. The speaker crackled to life as Wayne said, “Let’s get on with it.”
“Very well,” Chandler said. “I’ll start. I vote for myself as the continuing CEO of VistaVision.”
“Big surprise,” Rajesh muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.
Ignoring the comment, Chandler looked at the speakerphone. “Mr. Prudem?”
The idea was to front-load the votes for Chandler. With my forty percent of the shares added onto Chandler’s two percent and Wayne’s five, that counted for forty-seven percent of the company. Hiro’s seven percent brought us to fifty-four, letting us win within the first four of the twelve votes.
Still… we hoped that by loading all our votes in the beginning, we would intimidate some of the shareholders into voting along with us, creating a better sense of solidarity.
“I vote for Grayson,” Wayne said without hesitation.
“Very well.” Then Chandler turned his attention to me, “We’ll go around the room. Marcus?”
“Chandler Grayson,” I said, giving us our forty-seven.
“Kelly Maddox,” Hiro said directly on my heels without waiting for Chandler to call on him.
The bottom of my stomach fell out.
I couldn’t help looking at Tanaka, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. He simply stared at Chandler with that stoic expression I'd seen throughout the meeting. I stared even harder, hoping to bore holes into his face with a simple look. We had a deal. I'd offered him another portion of the company in exchange for his vote. What happened?
“Just… one more time to make sure we’re clear,” Chandler said, sounding how I felt.
“Kelly Maddox for CEO,” Hiro repeated calmly. He turned his gaze to Maddox, still avoiding looking in my direction. Kelly wasn't interested in looking at anyone else besides Chandler and me, a smug smile dominating her features.
“Son of a bitch,” Wayne cursed over the phone.
“That’s… what I thought you said,” Chandler muttered—it was impossible to disguise the defeat in his voice. I glanced at Amber, but she was busy typing notes on a tablet connected to a keyboard. It was almost like she had no interest in what was happening in the meeting. Kelly was reacting enough for the both of them, savoring our despair like a fine meal, judging by the way she was leering at Chandler and me.
God dammit, Hiro! We had a fucking deal! Why the fuck didn’t you keep up your end!?
Gus Hathaway went next; he voted for Maddox.
I started doing the math, trying to remember what everyone had. Tanaka had seven percent. Gus had three…
I only needed three percent more to win this. My mind started racing as I looked from one person to another—none of them had any reason to back my play. They didn't know me, and if Kelly had them convinced she could do a better job, they certainly wouldn't be swayed by Chandler.
But... there was Astrid. She admitted to preferring Maddox, but I felt like we’d made a connection in the break room. If I could convince her…
“Erin," I whispered, touching my assistant on the shoulder. “How much does Astrid Håkansson have?”
“Um… three percent,” she said, glancing at her notes.
She was my only hope. I glanced at her, but her attention was on something in her lap. Her phone, maybe? Fuck! If only I’d gotten her number instead of the other way around!
I looked at Carla sitting next to her, hoping she could help me get Astrid’s attention, but Hiro’s trophy wife watched the next person to vote with rapt attention. God, the woman loved drama.
That next person just so happened to be Nina Gerrard. No… Nina Haley. She was my aunt and had married a guy named Michael Haley. He worked closely with my grandfather until killed by my great-uncle. I’d been so distracted by everything else that I hadn’t even thought about her.
Leaning forward, I looked down the table to get a better look. She sat near the end, wearing a loose-fitting blouse and clicking a pen repeatedly as she stared at Chandler. She appeared in her early fifties, but her hair showed no signs of gray. Instead, it was all one uniform, bright, copper color—probably from an expensive dye job–-and fell down her shoulders in voluminous waves. Her dark blue eyes penetrated as she waited for Chandler to call on her.
“Nina?” he asked.
“Maddox,” my aunt said. “You hear that, Prudem? I said, Maddox!”
“I heard ya,” Wayne said over the phone. He sounded like he wanted to reach through the line and strangle my aunt, and I would have wondered what that was about were I not distracted with trying to secure a win.
I leaned closer to Erin and whispered, “How much does Nina have?”
“Six,” Erin whispered back. That made sixteen percent.
I felt a buzz from my phone and checked it. There was no name, and I didn't recognize the number. I opened it and read the message: I’ve done the math. You only win if you get my vote.
Next was Michael Ross, the man representing my brother and sister. He wasted no time in declaring for Maddox. The twins had five percent each, which brought Maddox to twenty-six percent.
I quickly texted Astrid back: What do I need to do to get your vote?
I looked up at her, but she was watching Amber Bell, who Chandler called on next.
“Oh,” Amber said, looking up from her tablet as if she’d forgotten where she was. She adjusted her glasses, glanced around the room, and said, “Brantwood Holdings votes in favor of… Kelly Maddox as CEO.” She ended her statement with a definitive nod, promptly looked back down at her tablet, and started typing furiously on the little keyboard again.
With a whopping fifteen percent, that brought it to forty-one percent. Maddox was closing in fast. I glanced back at Astrid, who was finishing writing something down on some of the notes she had. Then she checked her phone… she sure was taking her sweet time. I nudged Erin and showed her the text I received, and she looked at me questioningly. I mouthed, “Astrid,” as subtly as I could.
The phone buzzed in my hand with another message: I want a seat at the table.
What the fuck did that mean?
I texted back a question mark, and we stared at the phone intently as it indicated that she was typing.
“Very good,” Chandler said. He sounded defeated, but I couldn’t even spare him a glance. My heart was in my throat. “Kelly Maddox?”
Another message popped up on the phone: I want a job at VistaVision. High-level. I also need to know you’ll have my back.
I didn’t understand what she meant by having her back, but I immediately replied: Yeah, you got it. The job is yours, and I’ll watch out for you.
I hit send, confident that Chandler would give Astrid almost any position if it meant keeping him as CEO. However, she’d need to explain the ‘watching her back’ part. I was a little concerned that I might be writing too big of a blank check that I couldn’t cash, no matter how much money I had. What if Astrid was in a never-ending war with the Russian Bratva or the Japanese Triad? I wondered if I was making particular judgment calls about this woman just because she was a pretty face, and I was trying to avoid that.
“Rajesh Desai,” Chandler sighed, his tone suggesting he had already given up.
“Well,” Rajesh said, leaning forward on his elbows and looking around.
My phone buzzed again: I mean it. I’m going out on a limb and can’t get anything in writing from you right now. I need you to swear you’ll keep your word.
“This is a serious matter. I could vote for Chandler, and we could end all of this…” Desai droned on.
I thought about it, again wondering if it was such a good idea to put so much faith into a woman I barely knew. I didn’t know enough about Astrid to become involved with her on this level, but at the same time, what was the worst that could happen? I get her votes; she asks me to have someone killed for her, and I refuse? I could always define what ‘watching her back’ meant. Still having a few reservations, I texted back: I swear. You’ll get a job here and I’ll help you with whatever complications come from this.
Clarifying that I would help her with complications resulting from this situation should set enough boundaries. If she wanted anything too outrageous that I felt violated the spirit of the agreement, I could always tell her no.
I glanced up at Rajesh, relieved that he was playing the part of the long-winded guy with a superiority complex. It bought me time to close out this deal. In a way, he was helping me secure Chandler as CEO.
I recalled what I’d said about it being a date earlier, and a little titter of amusement escaped. I clapped my hand over my mouth and looked at Erin. She was looking at me in amused confusion. I glanced over to see Astrid staring at me, but so did Rajesh, Carla, and a couple of others, thanks to my involuntary laugh. Erin gave Astrid an appraising look, and then, under the table, she gave me a thumbs-up. I got the meaning—Erin thought I had good taste.
I texted back: We’ll call it a date, then. Just let me know when.
Rajesh sighed. “Fine. Chandler, I have a lot of respect for you. You’ve managed to do a good job keeping the company together…”
Another text from Astrid: Done. I’ll back you, but I’m trusting you.
I replied: You can trust me.
“...so I’m afraid I’m going to have to vote for Kelly Maddox on this one. I’m sure you understand.”
Maddox and Rajesh made it forty-eight, and I was on the edge of my seat, watching Astrid with keen interest as I waited for her to commit her vote since she was up next.
“Astrid Håkansson,” Chandler said, defeated. I stared back and forth between Astrid and Chandler, hoping one would keep up her end of the deal we’d made while hoping I could catch the look on the other’s face when he received his eleventh-hour surprise.
“Kelly Maddox,” Astrid said.
My gaze snapped to Astrid, and I once more felt a sense of disappointed betrayal from someone I thought was an ally. Why? Why had we just gone through all that back-and-forth to vote against me? Had I done something to offend her in the break room, inspiring her to play with me like that? I looked back at Hiro—the first man who betrayed me, and saw him watching Astrid. Were they working together to gaslight the shit out of me? What kind of fucked up people had I fallen in with? I was so confused.
“Very well,” Chandler said.
That brought the count to fifty-one versus my forty-seven.
I sat back in my seat and tried to find out where I’d miscalculated. Where had I gone so wrong as to misjudge two people so completely? Astrid and Hiro had both seemed like people I could depend on. Hiro, with his soft-spoken, fatherly manner but shrewd business sense… I thought he’d been happy with the deal I’d given him. Had Kelly made him a better offer behind my back?
Astrid had also seemed above board and honest. I thought we’d clicked, and I’d been looking forward to enjoying a victory over some drinks… now, I didn’t think I’d be able to share a meal with her without wanting to lunge across the table and choke her out.
I’d lost. I didn’t know what that precisely meant. I wasn’t even sure why I was so invested in this.
No… I knew why. Roger had mentioned profiteering; Helen and Chandler had hinted at shady business dealings within the company---companies, rather. I wanted to do what I could to make sure those things—if they were happening—didn’t continue. I didn’t want to be responsible for atrocities that I wasn’t aware of. Let me be damned for the mistakes I made on purpose, but I wasn’t going to be held accountable for things that weren’t my choice.
“And last,” Chandler said, “Miss Tanaka.”
My head shot up to look at Chandler, who looked expectantly at Carla Tanaka. I looked at Erin, who was looking back at me, confused. Then I looked at Carla.
She stared directly at me and said, “Chandler Grayson.”
Immediately, everyone began to stir, murmuring to each other as they processed the final vote. I heard Hiro spit something under his breath in Japanese that I didn’t need to understand to know it was a curse.
Chandler blinked, opened his mouth, closed it again, then said, “I’m sorry?”
“Chandler Grayson,” Carla said, looking at the temporary CEO with a smug little smile.
Chandler scribbled something quickly in his notes, glanced up at Carla, then back down at his notes again. “Yes… I… uh…”
“What’s the count?” Rajesh Desai asked impatiently.
“It’s um,” Chandler said. “It’s a tie. Forty-nine to forty-nine.”
“What does that mean?” Nina demanded.
“In the event of a tie,” Chandler said, “The current CEO casts the deciding vote.”
“Bullshit!” Kelly said, half standing out of her chair. She pressed her hands to the dark wood of the table’s surface and leaned forward. I couldn’t help noticing the V where the collars of her jacket crossed framed a lovely display of cleavage. Despite being a total bitch, she was a gorgeous woman in a boss-bitch sort of way.
“Check the company guidelines,” Wayne said over the intercom, sounding positively delighted. “Says so. Plain as day.”
“That’s correct,” Karl said. “Grayson gets the deciding vote.”
The room fell silent as everyone looked toward Chandler as if they weren’t well aware of what he would decide.
He looked at me in utter shock, then scanned the rest of the room as he said, “Chandler Grayson.”
I could feel the tension release like a drawstring on a crossbow; everyone collapsed back in their seats or deflated as they exhaled the breaths they’d been unconsciously holding. Carla looked like the cat who ate the canary as she stared at me, and I recognized the look of triumph, satisfaction… and hunger. Next to her, Astrid looked just as surprised as everyone else. But if Astrid hadn’t…
Then it hit me… the breakroom. I recalled the recent memory:
“Ooh! She’s pretty!” Carla said.
I glanced over to see her scrolling through my phone. “Hey!” I said, trying to snatch it back from her.
Carla moved the phone out of my reach, flashing the screen at me so I could see the image. She’d been looking at the picture of Danni I’d received a few hours ago, lying on her bed fully nude.
Then, a few minutes later…
“Your girlfriend’s seriously pretty,” Carla said, offering me my phone after Rajesh had left.
I did some quick arithmetic.
That crazy trophy wife must have snagged my phone number while she was looking through my pictures! On top of that, she somehow had two of Hiro’s seven percent!
I looked back at Carla, who grinned at me as if she could see the gears in my head working. I hazarded a quick glance at Hiro, who looked livid as he stared at his wife from across the table, and I realized something else. Before this moment, Hiro had simply been a guy who probably double-crossed me for a better deal. It had been a simple matter of ‘it’s just business,’ but as I watched how he stared at his wife, I realized that we hadn’t just crossed over into ‘now, it’s personal.’ I’d unwittingly made Hiro Tanaka—one of the most powerful men in Japan—into an enemy.
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