He didn’t know what his father was doing. Taking Summer away from him like that. Talking to her in private, and not letting him know what they were discussing. Conner wondered if his father used her to spy on them. While they waited, Gabriella acted triumphant and wouldn’t let go of his arm until he shook her off him. “Why are you so clingy tonight, Gabriella? What’s with the look you keep giving Conner?” Joseph Mandela, Gabriella’s father, asked her. He’d criticized the gown she’d chosen already. He claimed it was too revealing and demanded that she wear a jacket over it. She didn’t react well to that. Conner hadn’t liked how Joseph looked at Summer, either. He’d looked at her in a predatory admiring fashion and didn’t say a thing about the dress she’d worn. Even Conner would find it too revealing to accept. Joseph leered at Summer, but Gabriella didn’t give him a chance to talk to her father. Summer’s departure from the elevator with h
Conner continued to watch Gabriella and Summer. Summer paid little attention to Gabriella or her conversations as the servers appeared with their meals. “I hope you like what I ordered for you, Conner. I thought it would be a delightful surprise, so I called ahead and changed what they were serving you. Your secretary has horrible taste in food, you know?” Gabriella made sure everyone heard her and how she took an interest in Conner’s pleasure. Conner should have known something was wrong with his meal. The first course went fine. The salad was a breeze. Not what he liked, but he could eat around the pine nuts. He didn’t like the taste of pine or wood in his food. The soup looked fine. But as he brought his spoon toward his mouth, Summer’s hand shot out to stop him. Conner was prepared to tell her how rude she was being. He’d had it with women pawing at his arms. “Seafood bisque. It has shellfish in it.” Conner stopped as soo
Conner found the washroom down a secluded corridor. What he didn’t expect to find was Summer having a heated discussion with Joseph Mandela. A rather intimate one. His needs forgotten for the moment; Conner listened to what he walked in on. “You’re a beautiful woman, my dear. That beauty won’t last forever. You’re chasing after a dying horse chasing after Conner O’Keefe. He won’t matter soon enough. Now let’s get better acquainted and you can call me, Joe going forward.” Joseph crowded Summer where she stood in the small dead-end corridor that only led to a cleaning closet and the two washrooms. The four large artificial flower arrangements that hid the doors from passersby made its small space smaller. He leered at her still and in the dimly lit space. He looked as evil as his intents were. Conner’s first instinct was to step in and break up the incident, but he hesitated because he knew Summer appeared able to handle herself and everyone around her. Conner al
Summer couldn’t believe her bad luck. She’d left the lady’s room to return, believing she’d avoided any confrontation with Gabriella in the small, enclosed space of the lady’s room. What she hadn’t accounted for was her father following her. He’d been trying to flirt with Summer most of the evening. He wasn’t alone in doing that. The other women appeared displeased across the table. Summer avoided the restroom during their presence. Gabriella’s father was five years older than Summer’s. While Summer’s father didn’t flirt with women his age, it was clear Gabriella’s father didn’t have a problem with flirting or accosting women the same age as his daughter. Something Summer didn’t want pointed in her direction. Many men of different ages flirted with Summer. Most were harmless, but a few crossed the line into creepy stalker territory. There didn’t appear to be a happy medium in her life. The lascivious look in Joseph Mandela’s eyes told Su
Initially, Conner was unsure of the situation or the nature of his observation. How could he treat her in such a manner? It didn’t matter that Conner wanted Summer for himself. No, that only compounded his feelings into a ball of hate, disgust, and anger. He wanted to confront Joseph Mandela, but he escaped while Summer debated who should handle him. Now she was storming off after defending his honor against Gabriella’s accusations that she’d caught Conner kissing Summer. Gabriella didn’t stop with her spiteful attack on Summer, either. When Summer announced Gabriella’s father had kissed her, Gabriella turned on her again and accused her of luring her father for his money. Conner was unsure of how to respond. He’d seen Summer turn Joseph down and continued to tell him she wasn’t interested. He’d forced the kiss on her as though it were his right. Conner knew he’d found Gabriella uninteresting and even annoying. However, he witnessed her
Andre hurried to his room and dialed Merina’s phone number. He had to speak with her. What had he witnessed back there? Spying as a secretary was one thing. Then what was she pulling with that Mandela fool? As least she had the sense to turn him down. The Mandela family arrived when the sabotage began. Their companies weren’t the first to suffer sabotage, ending in them going under or entering a partnership with the Mandela family business. Merina’s phone rang for so long he thought she might not answer it. “Hello?” Finally, Andre heard his daughter’s voice. “What the hell happened there, and how badly did he injure you?” Andre wanted to do violence when he saw Joseph forcing Merina against the wall. If the O’Keefe boy hadn’t stopped him, Andre would have. “What no hello? How has your day gone? How are you feeling? Did you enjoy dinner?” He could hear how emotional Merina was right now. The acid that dripped from her words hi
Summer couldn’t believe how the evening ended. She wanted to scream. Conner wouldn’t stay in his lane. This brought too much attention to her. Joseph Mandela’s actions had no impact on O’Keefe business, but if Conner takes advantage of the incident, all attention will shift to her. She couldn’t afford anyone looking too close at the situation or her. His concern about a few bruises, though. Summer didn’t know how she’d handle that. Conner stood so close and then he was touching her arms and shoulders as he looked at the state Joseph had left her skin in. Her father, unfortunately, stood aside and did nothing. Hell, he called her and blamed her for the incident. She’d do what she had to just to prove to her father he’d made a mistake. She would leave them to clean up the mess they made, aware that she was the only one who could fix it. Summer, knowing it was childish, desired revenge as the most fitting option. Then she rememb
“Okay, that’s why I want to have the facts at my fingertips. I think they’re scamming families out of their businesses and changing the landscape of the industry. If my suspicions are correct, they’ve involved themselves in too many things. But they’re sending the families into chaos by setting the family members against each other before they attack the businesses. Look at it this way. If you must choose between saving the family business or saving the family relationship and dynamic, which would you choose? At least five companies here tonight have ended up in the gossip columns with their families exploding before the Mandela company takes their family companies over or they end in bankruptcy.” Summer tried to put some space between them, but Conner had her cornered. He could see how flustered she was.Conner studied failing businesses, but overlooked their connection to families. “How did you connect these things, Summer?” Conner had said little about his f