bark.
“Not really. Why?”
I huff. Do I tell him? “I got a promotion. I assumed you had something to do with it. Tell me the truth. Did you?”
“Congratulations. No, I didn’t have anything to do with it. You know you should have a little more faith in yourself. You’re a very good solicitor Lilly.” The bitchy hateful part of me refuses to acknowledge any compliments from him.
“Fine. I just wanted to know. Oh, and don’t take this brief lapse in radio silence as a gesture. Stop calling me, you reek of desperation.” He laughs and I hang up, my heart still beating hard at that deep throaty sound.
I spend my lunch break looking over the file for this new client, whilst eating my staple diet of Haribo. The case is an easy one; Company take-over. Piece of cake. I study the details and spend an hour researching everything there is to know about the company before I formulate a plan of attack.
At two o’clock Simmons enters the conference room accompanied by who I assume from my earlier reading is James Hardy, my new client. I push aside my nerves as Simmons turns his attention and smiles at me.
“Miss Parker, this is Mr. Hardy.” I look up at James Hardy, way up. He has to be at least six five. He’s maybe in his late thirties or early forties. His dark hair is greying slightly. He’s built, but not ridiculously so. He has a perfect poster smile, all gleaming white and ruler straight teeth. What gets me though, what makes me like him instantly is his eyes; bright and aware, surrounded with laughter lines. He has an easy going demeanour about him. No doubt about it…he’s attractive in that worldly older man kind of way.
“Miss Parker. Call me James. I’ve heard great things.” He smiles warmly.
“Call me Lilly.” I counter. “And all good I hope.” He holds my gaze for a beat too long.
“I was telling Mr. Hardy about the takeover you orchestrated for Ellis on Media Inc.” Simmons gloats.
“Um, well, that was Josh…”
“Nonsense. You worked hard on that. You should take credit where credit is due.” He turns to James. “Such modesty. Ellis doesn’t trust just anybody with these things.” He does if he’s trying to get in your pants. Not going there. I push the thought aside and put my professional face on.
“I’ve read your file James and I have a plan of action for you.”
“Straight in there. I like it.” He smiles at me but I quickly look away. All three of us take a seat at the conference table.
“My aim is simple. I want Wyatt Enterprises.” He meets my gaze. “Can you get it for me?”
I smirk. “Of course.”
He grins. “Great. Show me what you’ve got.”
“Wyatt Enterprises is dying. This morning their stocks dropped by two percent. That’s on top of the five percent drop from last month. The shareholders are ready to bale. Now Wyatt himself only owns thirty five percent of the business. He’s had to sell a large percentage in the last few years to fund the business. So now he’s backed against the wall. This is a prime opportunity. Make him an offer before his stocks fall even more. He’ll be forced to take it.”
“And if he won’t take it?”
I smile. I love this shit. “We go hostile. Start buying shares aggressively. You approach shareholders. Hell, make it known you want shares in Wyatt Enterprises and they will sell them to you faster than you can wire the money. Arthur Wyatt isn’t in a position to go up against you. He’s all out of money, resources and favours.”
“How much?” He smirks. This is the point where I should probably show some moral compass. Pft, get real. I’m a solicitor. I didn’t become a solicitor so I could dance around people’s feelings. If I can take their company I will, and I won’t lose sleep over it. If they lose, it’s because they’re weak. I’m all about winning.
I shrug. “Fifty percent shares you’re looking at twenty five million, so full buyout of fifty million. That’s the current