Stuck-Up Suit - Vi Keeland Page 0,46
in fresh compassion. “What can I do for you, Genevieve?”
“I don’t want to run a company by myself. I can’t do it.”
“Of course you can. You’ll hire someone you can trust if it’s overwhelming.”
“I trust you, Graham.”
I used to fucking trust you, too. It was physically painful to bite my tongue. “You’re not in a state to discuss business right now.”
“I’m always in a state to discuss business. So are you. It’s the one thing we have in common. Our emotions take a backseat to a deal.”
“I think you’re wrong, and you’re just unable to see that clearly right now. But what is it you think you’d like me to help with?”
“I want to merge with Morgan Financial Holdings.”
“You want me to buy Gainesworth Investments? As in take it over completely?”
“No. Gainesworth Investments and Morgan Financial Holdings combined would be a powerhouse. I want to run it with you.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me right. I want to merge. Be a team again.”
“Genevieve, I don’t want to be tactless, but…you just lost your husband. Don’t you think you should take some time before seeking a new teammate? Grieve a little perhaps? You’re not thinking clearly.”
She sighed. “Liam and I were separated.”
“I wasn’t aware.”
“I caught him fucking my twenty-three-year-old assistant.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“No, you’re not. You’re thinking what comes around goes around. I would be, too.”
Surprisingly, I actually wasn’t. “You still suffered a loss. Your daughter must need you right now. Let me finish freezing out shareholders from acquiring too much stock, and keep your leverage safe. We can discuss business after you’ve had time to think clearly.”
“That’s Graham-speak for we’ll have a conversation after I’ve already decided what I want.”
“Genevieve, go be with your family. Business can wait.”
“Fine. But check your calendar. You have an appointment this Friday with a Ms. More at ten—it’ll say it’s a referral from Bob Baxter. It’s not. That’s me. More—Moreau. I made the appointment two weeks ago. I was planning on coming to you about this anyway.”
“I’ll see you at the service tonight, Genevieve.”
After I hung up, I clicked on my calendar. Sure enough, there was an appointment for a new client consultation with a Ms. More on Friday. And it was noted as a referral from Bob Baxter. I had to hand it to her. Normally I would call someone who refers a new client, flush out some information on the referral. But Genevieve was smart. She knew there was no way I was calling Bob Baxter. There was no such thing as a ten-minute call with that man. He would have had me on the phone for three hours and made it impossible to decline a dinner invitation before I hung up, too.
Unable to concentrate, I decided to go to the gym for a while. Running and lifting always helped me clear my mind. Around mile three on the treadmill, my head was still spinning. Flashes of my life were flickering through my mind randomly.
Soraya’s eyes fluttering open this morning snuggled in my bed. Smiling as she found me looking at her.
Genevieve and I popping open a bottle of champagne in the office the night our asset management portfolio reached a billion dollars for the first time.
Soraya, kneeling, looking up at me as she slid that ball of silver around the head of my cock.
Walking into Genevieve’s office after arriving back early from a business trip, ready to celebrate another closed deal. Finding her kneeling, taking Liam’s cock down her throat.
I ran faster and faster. But the faster I went, the faster the flash just played in my head.
Watching Tig’s needle pierce my skin and the ink bleed over Genevieve’s name.
Liam and I, arm in arm, watching as they hung the first sign at our office three weeks after graduation.
My mother. My mother. Frail, lying in the hospital bed, trying to pretend she was fine.
What the fuck?
I ran faster.
Soraya’s feather tattoo.
Genevieve sitting on the corner of my desk.
Liam running next to me on the treadmill.
I looked to my left. Fucking Liam was running next to me. The vision was so clear, for a heartbeat I really thought it was him.
When I finally stopped, I had been running so fast, it took me a full five minutes to catch my breath. Leaning down with my hands on my knees as I panted, sweat dripping from everywhere, I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Just when everything finally started to seem so simple, why did it suddenly feel complicated?
I had no idea at the