Chapter Eleven ~ A planned dinner

Liam

We have been trying to get the Milans to sell us their hotel in Seattle for six months now. It’s not doing well and we need expansion so it's a win-win situation but they have been giving me one hell of a hard time. No one is offering a better deal so why the delay?

“Your marriage stabilized your position but you need to close this deal to prove that you are still good enough to the board.” Dad says and I wrinkle my nose as I respond with a flat “Yes.”

I know he thinks I don’t give a shit about the Lockhart group but hell I work my ass off day and night to make sure it succeeds. I’ve been doing this since I turned eighteen so, I get so mad when Dad makes it look like I don’t care.

Maybe I stopped at some point.

But I want this to go through more than ever, and my little wife pulling that stunt earlier almost threw me off a fucking cliff.

But I know her type. Wiggle money in front of them and they will do anything.

That’s all it took. Or at least I tried to convince myself