A Moment Like You (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,20
any of it.”
“What if he planned all this?” I ask, almost pulling out my old Nancy Drew notebook to write down the clues we’ve got so far.
“Does it matter?” Leyla interferes. “The means don’t change the end result. We are all trapped in this game, but only because if we bail, thousands of people will be affected.”
“You could just sign the divorce papers and be done with the Aldridges,” I remind her.
Leyla chuckles. “We both know it’s not that easy to get rid of these men.”
“She can’t,” Blaire refutes. “If all goes well, she could go for it early October, but for now she’s stuck with us.”
What does she know that I don’t?
I want to ask them about it, but I have to organize my place and figure out what I’m bringing with me, what I’ll have the movers pack, and what’s staying until I move back.
“See you tomorrow,” I say with more energy than I had before.
I found my motivation. Henry is going to pay. His father got away with his nonsense, but someone has to teach his son that he can’t just play God with everybody else’s lives.
Seven
Henry
Firing my vice president of operations was a wise move, but it’s going to be hard to find someone to take over his position. My grandfather hand-picked him to be one of his executives. He said I should trust him, within reason of course.
Did Cyril know about his behavior and just let him get away with it?
Everything that Sophia sent me is from when she started working with me until recently. Human resources has some complaints filed from former employees, but they never took any action. They should’ve done something. No one can answer if they brought this issue to my grandfather, and they certainly never brought it to me.
The company has to compensate and apologize to all these people. I mean, they deserved better than to be harassed by a man in a position of power. No wonder I can’t get anything done. Between this new development and Sophia, I can’t concentrate.
What am I supposed to do now? Pierce is looking into the legal repercussions.
Also, I need a way to compensate these people. From what I’ve read, Sophia has been taking care of them, but is that enough?
I trust her, which is uncharacteristic of me. I was raised never to entrust my company to anyone, but I never doubt anything she does. As I always say, this woman knows my company better than I do.
I take a break during lunchtime and head to the gym. After a vigorous workout, I still can’t concentrate on anything but Sophia. My biggest concern is how I’m going to handle my situation with her after what happened between us last Saturday.
I don’t have much experience with women. When I decide to date a woman, it’s usually casual, and yet, she has to sign a contract. A man in my position has to be careful. However, Sophia Aragon isn’t just any woman. Not only that, I wouldn’t want to lump her in with the others. She’s special—so different from anyone I’ve ever met.
My biggest problem isn’t that the company my grandfather entrusted me with might get fucked. It’s that I don’t have any idea what I want with my assistant. However, I can’t stop thinking about her.
Needless to say, I spend the rest of my day miserable and being an asshole to anyone who approaches me—or calls me. Around four, Vance knocks on my door and doesn’t wait for me to speak. He just lets himself inside.
“Make yourself at home,” I say sarcastically.
He glares at me. “There’s a piece of paper filed in your drawers that says I can go in and out of any room in this hotel to ensure our guests’ safety.”
“You’re in charge of security. That doesn’t give you carte blanche to do whatever the fuck you want,” I remind him. “You can’t abuse that power.”
He’s the head of security of The Lodge and Aldry’s Sweets. There is a disclaimer clause for every room that lets our guests know that security has access to their room. However, they’ll only access the facilities if there’s any immediate threat to them or someone in the hotel.
He glares at me. “Years of training with an elite team, and I became a rent-a-cop for my fucking brothers. I bet the old man is fucking dancing in his grave with joy,” he complains, giving me a murderous glare.