TRACKING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #1) by Fiona Garland Page B
Authors: Fiona Garland
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state along with their mistresses.”
Mr. Brown sighed and handed Trisha a thick binder full of papers. “Stubborn as always. Your father gave me grey hairs. You’re making me bald. You Alastair boys know how to make me work for my money.”
“No one will get hurt, Mr. Brown,” Dante assured him. “It’s not a vehicle hijacking. It’s just a bit of theatre for the media.”
Trisha flipped to through the binder. In spite of its size, there was a section summarizing the terms of their agreement. It was written in layman’s terms which she could easily understand. “You’ve checked everything, right?”
“This is Mr. Brown’s magnum opus,” Dante answered. “I promised that you would be protected. I keep my promises. You will be in the clear. I even set up a fund that will be released if the Black Hounds violate their side of the deal. Think of it as a security deposit you can dip into if we start acting like bad tenants.”
The biker knew how to work his God-given charm. It would be a great skill to have when the company went public. Now, it was only a matter of getting there.
Trisha digested the magnitude of the decision she had just made. Strangely enough, it felt as mundane as buying a lottery ticket. Except she was guaranteed to receive a payout. She signed, initialed, and dated the contract.
Mr. Brown take the binder and rotated it so it faced him. He scanned the pages like a hawk. “Everything looks to be in order.”
Dante smiled. “Are you ready to start working tomorrow?”
Indeed, Trisha had settled her affairs at Foxtail Farms. It could operate on its own with minimal oversight from her. “Sure thing. What am I supposed to do? Are we going anywhere?”
“A car show,” Dante answered. “The Black Hounds will be showing off some of their new designs. It’s a pretty big event with some celebrities showing up for the free shrimp cocktails. Honestly, the vehicles are the best part of these events. I really can’t stand talking to some of the people there but it comes with trying to grow the business. It’ll be a good way to make our relationship official. A lot of press outlets attend these events just to follow celebrities.”
“That sounds like a heavy hitting event for a woman who is supposed to throw her first pitch.”
“It’s honestly not,” Dante clarified. “These events are big but there is a lot of white noise. We’ll be competing for attention from celebrities and big businesses. It’ll be a good way for us to get media exposure while you’re still on training wheels. From there, we’ll ramp up our campaign.”
Trisha sucked the lower part of her lip. Now, the magnitude of her decision had hit her. The farm girl would be in front of cameras with. She wasn’t sure what type of fashion was in vogue. Trisha had a hand-me-down dress from her mother that she mothballed in a closet.
“I can tell you’re worried about what to wear,” Dante smirked. Trisha mouth widened in shock before forming a smile. The man could read all her tells. “I’ve read that expression on Lucia’s face more times than I can count. Speaking of her, she’ll help you doll yourself up for the car show. Unless you already have something in mind. I don’t mind mud-stained overalls but most other people do.”
“I got my mom’s old gown from the late 80s… if that’s still in style,” Trisha replied. The demands of running a farm had left little time for her to dress up and socialize. Now, she had all the time in the world. In fact, playing the role of a debutante was her job now. “I think I’ll ask Lucia for advice. I can rent a dress from-”
“We’ll pay for everything,” Dante said adamantly. “It’s part of the deal. We need you to focus on playing your part. We’ll take care of all the incidental expenses. Besides, Lucia has some dresses picked
Mr. Brown sighed and handed Trisha a thick binder full of papers. “Stubborn as always. Your father gave me grey hairs. You’re making me bald. You Alastair boys know how to make me work for my money.”
“No one will get hurt, Mr. Brown,” Dante assured him. “It’s not a vehicle hijacking. It’s just a bit of theatre for the media.”
Trisha flipped to through the binder. In spite of its size, there was a section summarizing the terms of their agreement. It was written in layman’s terms which she could easily understand. “You’ve checked everything, right?”
“This is Mr. Brown’s magnum opus,” Dante answered. “I promised that you would be protected. I keep my promises. You will be in the clear. I even set up a fund that will be released if the Black Hounds violate their side of the deal. Think of it as a security deposit you can dip into if we start acting like bad tenants.”
The biker knew how to work his God-given charm. It would be a great skill to have when the company went public. Now, it was only a matter of getting there.
Trisha digested the magnitude of the decision she had just made. Strangely enough, it felt as mundane as buying a lottery ticket. Except she was guaranteed to receive a payout. She signed, initialed, and dated the contract.
Mr. Brown take the binder and rotated it so it faced him. He scanned the pages like a hawk. “Everything looks to be in order.”
Dante smiled. “Are you ready to start working tomorrow?”
Indeed, Trisha had settled her affairs at Foxtail Farms. It could operate on its own with minimal oversight from her. “Sure thing. What am I supposed to do? Are we going anywhere?”
“A car show,” Dante answered. “The Black Hounds will be showing off some of their new designs. It’s a pretty big event with some celebrities showing up for the free shrimp cocktails. Honestly, the vehicles are the best part of these events. I really can’t stand talking to some of the people there but it comes with trying to grow the business. It’ll be a good way to make our relationship official. A lot of press outlets attend these events just to follow celebrities.”
“That sounds like a heavy hitting event for a woman who is supposed to throw her first pitch.”
“It’s honestly not,” Dante clarified. “These events are big but there is a lot of white noise. We’ll be competing for attention from celebrities and big businesses. It’ll be a good way for us to get media exposure while you’re still on training wheels. From there, we’ll ramp up our campaign.”
Trisha sucked the lower part of her lip. Now, the magnitude of her decision had hit her. The farm girl would be in front of cameras with. She wasn’t sure what type of fashion was in vogue. Trisha had a hand-me-down dress from her mother that she mothballed in a closet.
“I can tell you’re worried about what to wear,” Dante smirked. Trisha mouth widened in shock before forming a smile. The man could read all her tells. “I’ve read that expression on Lucia’s face more times than I can count. Speaking of her, she’ll help you doll yourself up for the car show. Unless you already have something in mind. I don’t mind mud-stained overalls but most other people do.”
“I got my mom’s old gown from the late 80s… if that’s still in style,” Trisha replied. The demands of running a farm had left little time for her to dress up and socialize. Now, she had all the time in the world. In fact, playing the role of a debutante was her job now. “I think I’ll ask Lucia for advice. I can rent a dress from-”
“We’ll pay for everything,” Dante said adamantly. “It’s part of the deal. We need you to focus on playing your part. We’ll take care of all the incidental expenses. Besides, Lucia has some dresses picked
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