Beneath The Suit The CEOs Dark Secrets

With a sad expression on his face, my accountant told me, "I'm afraid that's the only solution."

He gave me the most shocking news of my life when we were seated in my office.

"Not at all. I yelled back, "I don't think that's the only option.

I was experiencing my worst nightmare. It seems that my father, the CEO of Harrington Industries, had been struggling financially for some time because of his gambling addiction. Although I've always known he gambles, I had no idea it was so severe that it would require the buyout of our entire business.

It would be an understatement to say that I'm embarrassed and furious. Naturally, even in his grave, my now-deceased father had to leave me to clean up his mess.

"I apologize, but this is the only approach," my accountant said, interrupting my flow of thought.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. "Who's the buyer?"

"Ashford Industries."

My eyes snapped open at once. "Over my dead fucking body."

My dad had worked so hard to build this company, and there was no way in heaven or earth that I would let our competitor buy it out.

If I let this agreement go through, all the evenings I spent at home by myself when I was younger, all the school functions dad skipped because of this blasted firm, and missing my high school and college graduations would have all been for fucking nothing.

My father and I have always been in the picture; my mother passed away after I was born.

He was not around when I spent my whole life growing this business. Even though I detest him for not being the parent I always needed and wanted, I had to make sure that I carried on my father's legacy-albeit one that was better-because I owed it to my younger self.