problematic." Maybe I should have let him go and not kicked him—but after getting assaulted and nearly raped, letting the bastard run off with his shit-eating attitude pissed me off more than I could handle.
Riley brushed the back of his head. "It's okay. I hope. We can get another contractor to deal with our work if this fails. The deadline clauses are going to be a real pain the ass, though."
I gazed at the floorboard. "I'm sorry... I didn't... I shouldn’t have let myself go that much."
"Don't worry about it. Ryan probably would have done it himself anyway if you didn't hit him first. I know I would have if I were there."
I tried to console myself by telling myself that, but ultimately, the whole situation happened because of me. I was too careless to let myself fall into that scenario in the first place. Gingerly, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and forced a smile. "Thanks."
"It's not your fault." He brought my hand to his face and kissed it. "Besides, we still don't know the outcome yet. Do you have the documents and proposals prepped?"
My hand fell to my side after he let it go. "All printed and filed."
"Good. Make sure each director has one copy. We have to try and not screw this up. We might still have a chance."
Riley walked to the corridor. I gathered the paperwork from his desk and scurried behind him. He was completely immersed in his business role, which was insanely sexy. I licked my lips—not certain whether it was because I was nervous about the upcoming meeting, or my inappropriate thoughts about Riley throwing me up against the nearest desk and having me on the spot.
None of the directors had arrived at the meeting room yet, but Ryan was there waiting for us. He sat with his legs crossed. He gave me a once over after we entered.
Whenever the twins were together, the electricity between the three of us increased tenfold. But we were on important business matters right now. There wasn't any time for my lewd imaginations.
"They were just at the lobby," Ryan said. “One of their assistants phoned me.”
The velvety texture of his voice soothed my nerves, if only slightly. I made a round over the oval-shaped, glass table, dropping a folder in front of each seat. When I was done, I made a trip back to my desk to pick up my laptop. I acted as a scribe during each meeting, as well as an errand girl. For the most part, my job was to record each important detail, while running around and passing papers along. I thought it was easy at first, but it required a lot of multitasking skills.
The directors arrived about five minutes after we were prepared.
Most of them were old guys with bad haircuts, some of them bald. The only person who didn't have wrinkles and graying hair was Wesley Goodwill. He squinted his eyes at me the moment we exchanged stares. I narrowed my eyes back, envisioning the way he'd look curled up and crying for the second time.
"Discussions are in order," Riley said, gesturing to the chairs. "I hope you've enjoyed your refreshments at the lobby. Have your seats, gentlemen."
***
"The majority agrees then," Director Sakobi said. He was the other major shareholder of TTA international, though his stake wasn't as high as Director Goodwill’s.
I furiously typed away, trying to make sense of what just happened—Goodwill didn't vote against the offer.
Wesley, however, did, and appeared quite mad at his father's lack of support. "Why, dad? I thought you—"
"I'm glad we've come to an amicable conclusion, Ryan, Riley." Goodwill lifted himself off his chair to shake their hands.
The twins returned his gesture, pleased grins painting both their faces. I wondered if they were as perplexed as I was inside. Wesley probably didn't mean much to his shrewd father, then.
"When can we start?" Riley asked eagerly.
Sakobi raised his head. "As soon as possible, I presume. We'll inform our managers tomorrow."
"Good. That's great. Thank you."
"No, thank you for your wonderful
Riley brushed the back of his head. "It's okay. I hope. We can get another contractor to deal with our work if this fails. The deadline clauses are going to be a real pain the ass, though."
I gazed at the floorboard. "I'm sorry... I didn't... I shouldn’t have let myself go that much."
"Don't worry about it. Ryan probably would have done it himself anyway if you didn't hit him first. I know I would have if I were there."
I tried to console myself by telling myself that, but ultimately, the whole situation happened because of me. I was too careless to let myself fall into that scenario in the first place. Gingerly, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and forced a smile. "Thanks."
"It's not your fault." He brought my hand to his face and kissed it. "Besides, we still don't know the outcome yet. Do you have the documents and proposals prepped?"
My hand fell to my side after he let it go. "All printed and filed."
"Good. Make sure each director has one copy. We have to try and not screw this up. We might still have a chance."
Riley walked to the corridor. I gathered the paperwork from his desk and scurried behind him. He was completely immersed in his business role, which was insanely sexy. I licked my lips—not certain whether it was because I was nervous about the upcoming meeting, or my inappropriate thoughts about Riley throwing me up against the nearest desk and having me on the spot.
None of the directors had arrived at the meeting room yet, but Ryan was there waiting for us. He sat with his legs crossed. He gave me a once over after we entered.
Whenever the twins were together, the electricity between the three of us increased tenfold. But we were on important business matters right now. There wasn't any time for my lewd imaginations.
"They were just at the lobby," Ryan said. “One of their assistants phoned me.”
The velvety texture of his voice soothed my nerves, if only slightly. I made a round over the oval-shaped, glass table, dropping a folder in front of each seat. When I was done, I made a trip back to my desk to pick up my laptop. I acted as a scribe during each meeting, as well as an errand girl. For the most part, my job was to record each important detail, while running around and passing papers along. I thought it was easy at first, but it required a lot of multitasking skills.
The directors arrived about five minutes after we were prepared.
Most of them were old guys with bad haircuts, some of them bald. The only person who didn't have wrinkles and graying hair was Wesley Goodwill. He squinted his eyes at me the moment we exchanged stares. I narrowed my eyes back, envisioning the way he'd look curled up and crying for the second time.
"Discussions are in order," Riley said, gesturing to the chairs. "I hope you've enjoyed your refreshments at the lobby. Have your seats, gentlemen."
***
"The majority agrees then," Director Sakobi said. He was the other major shareholder of TTA international, though his stake wasn't as high as Director Goodwill’s.
I furiously typed away, trying to make sense of what just happened—Goodwill didn't vote against the offer.
Wesley, however, did, and appeared quite mad at his father's lack of support. "Why, dad? I thought you—"
"I'm glad we've come to an amicable conclusion, Ryan, Riley." Goodwill lifted himself off his chair to shake their hands.
The twins returned his gesture, pleased grins painting both their faces. I wondered if they were as perplexed as I was inside. Wesley probably didn't mean much to his shrewd father, then.
"When can we start?" Riley asked eagerly.
Sakobi raised his head. "As soon as possible, I presume. We'll inform our managers tomorrow."
"Good. That's great. Thank you."
"No, thank you for your wonderful
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