Slowly, Maddie recounted the recent happenings; how Maxwell seemed to always appear wherever she went. She made sure she emphasized how she discouraged him every time he asked her to grab a cup of coffee with him.When she got to the part of that day, Drew walked to the window, looked out through it for some minutes and then walked back to her. His eyes were eerily calm. "Don't gloss over what he said, Madeline. Tell me word for word."She glanced at Aiden. Aiden nodded. Taking a quick breath in, she told them what Maxwell said. Word for word, just like he asked.When she was done the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Drew pacing wildly."I promise you, Drew, I did nothing to encourage him. I left immediately…""I'm not mad at you, Madeline. I'm mad at that Maxwell. God!" He growled. He dug his hands into his hair and pulled it from it's root. "The bastard insulted my wife, Aiden. My wife. He had the guts to…I going to kill him.""Calm down, Drew." Aiden said."Don't tell
Something stank and it was definitely the text that just entered her phone. A text from her deadbeat dad.Maddie dearest? Really? After he threw her out of their house, he dared to call her Maddie dearest?There could only be one reason he was messaging her.She skimmed through the rest of the message. Aha! Just like she suspected. He found out she married into money and was trying to get into her good graces. She rolled her eyes. So predictable, and oh so not creative.She reread the message."Maddie dearest, no day since you have been gone did I not worry about your welfare." She snorted. Worried her foot. As if he could be sober enough to care about someone else apart from himself. "And then I was informed of your marriage to Drew McBride. A McBride! Those people are close to royalty. You hit the jackpot, Maddie. Accept my congratulations, although I would love to give it to you in person. When can we meet?"Without a second thought, she thrashed the message. Did he really think a
"You want me to give you a list of Drew's favorite foods?" Aiden asked.She nodded. "Yes." These past few days, Drew had been really tensed. He went out happy but came back tensed.Sometimes he told her about what was bothering him. The product manager — which was unfortunately Maxwell — refusing to give a detailed report of the ingredients that have been in use for the past few months. Maxwell refusing to let him know when it was time for the tasting. And then there were those old codgers.She might not have much advice to dispense. She might lack the experience that could be helpful. But she could cook. And so she would cook, offer him a platter of comfort foods. She would create a safe haven for him with her cooking.The fact that his eyes lit up every time he found out that she cooked sealed her decision.And so, first thing that morning she reached out to Aiden to get a list of foods Drew liked best.Aiden was quiet for a minute, then he said, "I'll send it to you immediately.""
Drew rubbed his eyes, his mouth widening in a yawn. How did people do this, reading reports? No wonder he had been moody these past few days. He was a game developer. He did not do boring reports. To make it worse, he couldn't exactly say the reports were accurate. They needed a mole in each department. He needed coffee. And Madeline. Madeline with her way of making everything feel better just sending a smile his way.He realized she didn't talk about her family. He had no idea if she had any other person save her father. He really should get to know his wife, not just wooing her so that she could fall in love with him. Besides, his Dad often said that the fastest way to a lady's heart was to take interest in her life.Dad. On times like this, the loss hit harder. Dad always had the right words to say. The perfect advice to impart. The right path to guide him through.If Dad was here, he would know how just how to win Madeline over. If Dad was here, he would not be here right now, r
Drew looked into the eye of every old codger. They weren't exactly old. Some were middle-aged but there were men who were in their mid-thirties and early forties in their midst. He called them old codgers because it was so hard to get them to see things in a different light than what they were used to. Typical geriatric behavior.He had actually been surprised that Uncle Rich actually gathered them within few minutes. Even more surprised that each of them had showed up.He waved the printed email. "This right here is the printed email from Trofí talking about an offer previously made to buy McBride Foods. An offer I am certain you all are aware of. An offer you all deemed fit to keep from me…""An offer that was made when you were hiding away somewhere." Fred cut in.Fred Wilbur. The man hated him. He had to, because what else could explain the amount of disdain the man had shown him since he returned to McBride Foods?"You disappeared for how many years?""Three. But that has no con
Maddie shuffled her gaze between the offensive piece of paper and Drew pacing from one end of the living room to another.Just when he thought he had it all handled, this had to come and explode in his face. All within twenty four hours.Her heart went out to him. It was hard to fight an enemy you could not see. Especially one who was saw and was watching you."How in God's name did that information leak?" Drew ran his hand through his already rumpled hair."You have a mole in the company." Aiden stated from the couch. Before the newspaper even landed on their doorstep, Aiden was already at their door, the morning paper clasped in his hands. Immediately they opened the door, he handed them the newspaper, headed straight to the couch, assumed what she called the thinking pose — fingers intertwined and jaw resting on them — and had been like that ever since."Of course there is a mole. The newspaper is an evidence of that."Aiden didn't even bother to react to Drew's terse response. "Wh
tDrew stared into the eyes of his employees. He could feel their angst, confusion and anger even. But most prevalent was uncertainty. Was he planning on selling the company off? Would that cause them to lose their jobs?Aiden's words echoed in his mind: "Tell them the truth about the offer. If possible show them the date it was made to back up your claim of not being aware of it until recently. Let them know what you think about the offer and what your plans are for the company."He clapped his hand to grab their attention. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we?"Clearly, without leaving any part out, he explained the offer from Trofí to buy McBride Foods out. He let them know that he had already rejected the offer and there was no need for them to fear losing their jobs.Slowly, he saw the tension losen from some shoulders and fear vanish from some of their eyes, especially when he got to what he intended to do in McBride Foods."Now there have been rumors about the company not doing a
It started subtly.Harmless questions, statements and suggestions. Slowly it evolved to shooting down his own ideas. It was either unrealistic or destined to fail right from the start.The board meeting that held after Drew employed the interns Aiden sent, Fred had publicly called him out, demanding why he did so without informing the BOD.Another time, Fred and his cronies hadn't shown up for the meeting. When he reached out to them, they all claimed to have forgotten.The excuse was so improbable, it was obviously a lie.It was as though they were trying to mock his authority, disgrace him in a kind of twisted way. All in a bid to…do what? Express their displeasure at his refusal of Trofí's offer? Make him so discouraged that he allows them do whatever they willed? As though it was that easy to turn him away from the course he was on.Things to do in the company remain undone, what with Fred and his cohorts misbehaving. It was like a dance, him taking a step forward and them taking