Jack Samisen pulled a cigar from his teakwood box—studied it—passed it under his nose. “I appreciate the better things in life. A good meal, a good cigar, and a good plan. Is that what you have, Ms. Reynolds—a good plan? Or is this just a bunch of hooey?”
Niki placed several papers in front of him. “I think you’ll find this interesting. In the past few months, the company stock has plummeted. If the figures continue to nosedive at this rate, the company will soon be facing bankruptcy.”
He leaned forward across the desk, his weight on his elbows. He spent the next several minutes studying the sheets of figures, giving Niki a chance to study him. She guessed him to be in his mid to late fifties. Still handsome, still physically firmed and toned. His dark, even tan told her the fitness must stem from outdoor activities.
Restless moths fluttered in the pit of her stomach. What if he didn’t take the bait? What if everything went horribly wrong? She had never considered that she could lose this confrontation. The thought was too horrible to contemplate. She had risked everything on this. If he turned her down, then both she and her father would be out on the streets.
He shuffled through the papers, seeming to concentrate on every spot of ink. She looked around, trying to look uninterested. The room was large and white, the ceiling peeking up ten feet in skylights. The effect was dramatic and intimidating. Plants lined an upper shelf circling the base of the windows. She wondered who cared for them and how they managed to get up that high. When she looked back toward the desk, he was watching her.
“All right, I’m convinced. The figures are low and you, apparently do own fifty-one percent. What do you propose?”
“If I had a plan that would clear your son’s reputation and at the same time secure the company, would you be interested?”
“Would Michael and Tony still run the company?”
“Yes, that wouldn’t change.”
“Would you still keep your fifty-one percent?”
“Yes, the stock would be my safeguard. However, that fact could remain a secret between me and you, if you wish.”
He nodded. “I would wish. So, what is your plan?”
She sat up straighter. This was her big moment. All chips were on the board as she played her final card. “I want your son to marry me and to father my child. After the child is born, I’ll agree to a divorce.”
C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
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CHAPTER 24
Jack Samisen pulled a cigar from his teakwood box—studied it—passed it under his nose. “I appreciate the better things in life. A good meal, a good cigar, and a good plan. Is that what you have, Ms. Reynolds—a good plan? Or is this just a bunch of hooey?”
Niki placed several papers in front of him. “I think you’ll find this interesting. In the past few months, the company stock has plummeted. If the figures continue to nosedive at this rate, the company will soon be facing bankruptcy.”
He leaned forward across the desk, his weight on his elbows. He spent the next several minutes studying the sheets of figures, giving Niki a chance to study him. She guessed him to be in his mid to late fifties. Still handsome, still physically firmed and toned. His dark, even tan told her the fitness must stem from outdoor activities.
Restless moths fluttered in the pit of her stomach. What if he didn’t take the bait? What if everything went horribly wrong? She had never considered that she could lose this confrontation. The thought was too horrible to contemplate. She had risked everything on this. If he turned her down, then both she and her father would be out on the streets.
He shuffled through the papers, seeming to concentrate on every spot of ink. She looked around, trying to look uninterested. The room was large and white, the ceiling peeking up ten feet in skylights. The effect was dramatic and intimidating. Plants lined an upper shelf circling the base of the windows. She wondered who cared for them and how they managed to get up that high. When she looked back toward the desk, he was watching her.
“All right, I’m convinced. The figures are low and you, apparently do own fifty-one percent. What do you propose?”
“If I had a plan that would clear your son’s reputation and at the same time secure the company, would you be interested?”
“Would Michael and Tony still run the company?”
“Yes, that wouldn’t change.”
“Would you still keep your fifty-one percent?”
“Yes, the stock would be my safeguard. However, that fact could remain a secret between me and you, if you wish.”
He nodded. “I would wish. So, what is your plan?”
She sat up straighter. This was her big moment. All chips were on the board as she played her final card. “I want your son to marry me and to father my child. After the child is born, I’ll agree to a divorce.”
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