It's Just Business

don'

tated when I saw his name on the caller ID wanting to just smash the phone. I press

r," she

and tell him I want those files on my desk by tomorrow morning. If he doesn

yesterday asking for them, and I haven'

do likes it rough, and it's a good thing I do too," I said as I

rwise, I would have gotten rid of her a long time ago. She's the first assistant I

vator and pressed the button for the garage fl

kly dialed my lawyer's numbe

e answered on

out a document he sent regarding his retirement and my taki

arrived here about thirty minutes ago

on my way, and you better b

her to respond bef

normal-at least not since I turned ten. I park my car and quickly enter the building, turnin

ith the receptionist to see if she's busy. When

oo, Mr. Wilson. Please

he eye. "Reece, you'

ould have called you immedi

I reply as I take a seat

ng. However, I never mix business with pleasure, regardless of how attractive she might be. I like to believe she feels the same way bec

" I ask, breaking

it only fitting to wait for you to go ove

unt in ack

" I instr

do, I just wa

interrupt, cu

tears it open, and pulls

ut loud,"

aze and replie

s: "I, Mr. Bernard Wilson, owne

I want to hear. I don't need to hear h

though I don't usually get scared, I feel my heart rate increase. If I don't inherit the company, all my plans wil

Reece. Don't k

, and she smiles.

my heart rate did indeed inc

sir. B

t w

's a c

what does thi

t like that-the sneaky bastard always has something

I say in a

s you have to b

ha

ll still be in your father's name. You can resume the CEO duties since he ha

her hand and scan over

I say as I feel