Chapter 8

Travis' POV ~

“Who is that? Is the intruder a lady?” The words tumbled out of my mouth without meaning to ask.

“Yes. She seems to be a lady…” Garry, my PA responded, looking at the screen.

I continued to watch in fascination as the intruder tackled down two of my men outside the gates of my estate.

“Who is she?” I asked Garry.

“She is Selina Morrison. The daughter of Benjamin Morrison, the chairman of Morrison Brewery.”

“Tusk!” 

If she is here because of the same deal her brother proposed earlier, it's a lost call. Morrison Brewery is beyond revival. I thought but I still couldn't look away from the screen. It's been a long time since I saw a lady throwing punches.

“Incredible!” I muttered, seeing how she tactically tackled my men. 

Let's see what she’s got.

“Let her in,” I said and signaled Garry to switch off the screen.

They let her through the gates and in no time, Liam, my bodyguard, led her into my office.

My eyes darted around her the moment she walked in.

Her messy light blonde hair bounced on her shoulders and back as she took long strides in.

In a twinkle of an eye, her golden eyes darted around the room till she locked eyes with me.

Her face was bland and without makeup. She wore faded black cargo pants, slightly ripped at the knees. A plain white graphic tee was layered under an oversized, buttoned-up flannel shirt. A scuffed-up pair of black sneakers completed her rugged look.

Tomboy to the bones! 

Beneath her tomboyish vibes were beautifully curved cheeks and chin. Golden and eagle-like eyes, pointed nose, and pouty rosey lips that would have lit up the room if they had feminine touches.

With her lips pressed tightly, she bowed slightly. Not a sloppy bow, but one that bespoke confidence and strength.

I dismissed Liam and Garry led her to the innermost part of the office which was designed for relaxation.

Her strides were sure like she owned the room, shoulders relaxed but eyes hunting. Not the walk of a lady.

“You made quite an exquisite entrance,” I said, not expecting her to reply, but she did.

“They wouldn’t let me in.” Her voice caught me off guard. It was soft and low, not matching her recklessness.

“Who are you and what do you want?” I asked, looking up from the three-seater sofa where I sat.

“I am Selina Morrison…”

“Are you from Morrison Brewery?” I asked.

“Yes. I…”

“I have made myself clear with the CEO whom I presumed to be your brother! You should leave, I am not investing in Morrison Brewery,” I said coldly and reclined in my seat.

“l have a deal… Can you please hear me out?” 

“Leave, I have heard all I needed to hear from the CEO earlier.” I responded but seeing her unwavering gaze I said to Garry, “Call Liam to send her away.”

“Wait! You don't really want to send me away? Did you? If you wanted to send me away you wouldn't have invited me in.” 

“What?” 

What audacity!

“Garry!” I yelled but she cut in

“...I.. have a deal… Not only Morrison Brewery,” she added hurriedly.

My anger subsided and I looked at her squarely- my eyes not leaving her nor did her unwavering gaze leave me.

I signaled Garry to stop. Not because of her measly deal but because I didn't want to let her go. Her audacity, desperation, and gut. I wanted to explore them all.

Still looking at her, I raised my hand to stop Garry and showed her to a seat.