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Chapter 2

  • With some final adjustments to her wardrobe, Jessica looked herself over in the mirror with a satisfying grin. She was prepared to give any interview with this look. She opened the door and walked into the living area. Adrian was seated in front of the TV on the brown leather, sectional sofa. She was spread out, half lying on the sofa, with her arm propped on the armrest Her bronze legs, were crossed and her auburn hair hung in a mess. Adrian looked up at her showing her big brown eyes.
  • "Where you headed, gorgeous," she asked eyeing her up and down. "We have a 'field trip' at Mason & Stark's Industry," she stated with a
  • slight smile.
  • "Wow! Do you think you will get to meet them? I would love to meet them, at least once. They are so sexy."
  • Jessica rolled her eyes and laughed at her roommate. She flopped down beside her and reached for her shoes.
  • "What?! Don't tell me you wouldn't wrap your legs around Tyler's waist.
  • Hell, I would fuck him or Derrick."
  • "Is that all you think about?"
  • "Well, what else should I think when I look at them maybe putting their
  • swollen dicks in my mouth or between my titties."
  • The sound from Cherry's room persisted to fill the room with thuds. The metal frame protested with squeaks as it rocked. The two moaned and grunted with each pound of their bodies.
  • "Well, at least one of us is getting some," Adrian mumbled.
  • "What am I going to do with you," Jessica snickered as she grabbed her purse and stood.
  • "Take some pictures for me to fantasize about," Adrian said with a wink.
  • Jessica shook her with a smile as she walked out.
  • *
  • "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You come in here and think I'm just going to sign over my company," the older man yelled from across the table.
  • "It's simple math, Mr. Bowden. Your company is in bankruptcy and we offer the only solution," Tyler said with a wave of his hand.
  • Derrick lounged in his leather chair propping his forehead on his fingers.
  • His dark hair was parted and shaped his long face as it hung loosely from his scalp. He looked at the old man and his son through his black, squared-framed glasses. His hazel eyes watched and evaluated their clients as they sat fidgety in their seats. His legs were crossed raising his black pants leg. Feeling slightly annoyed, he loosed his silver and blue striped tie allowing it to hang on his black vest. Still uncomfortable, he reached for his collar and unbuttoned the top button of his light blue shirt.
  • "Mr. Bowden," he started. "We are a very successful industry and we want nothing more than the best for your company."
  • "And what about my workers? Do you want what's best for them as well," the old man glared back at Derrick.
  • "Yes, of course," he simply said.
  • Tyler leaned back in his leather chair placing his long fingers together.
  • He listened to Derrick attempting to explain the goal of their company was borrowed time and that in time they would get it back. As he listened, Tyler slowly stood from his chair. He tugged at the bottom of his dark grey vest fitting his white, buttoned shirt over his muscular chest. He walked towards the window allowing his dark grey pants to return to the top of his shoes.
  • "Mr. Bowden, the way I look at it, you have two options. One, you can sell your company to us. We will assume all responsibilities in which you will have no say in the way we run the company. During this time, you can work on your financial situation and get back on your feet. Everyone will remain employed. And we will all profit largely in this," Tyler stated from the window.
  • "The second option," the old man said impatiently.
  • "The second option is much worse," he started turning his attention back to the old man and his son. "You could choose not to sell. In a short time, you will have exceeded your finances and be forced into bankruptcy. Your company will then be auctioned off to the highest bidder for a lower price. They will, in turn, sell pieces of your company to others ripping what you love apart. And your employees will lose their jobs and will have to seek new ones."
  • The old man exchanged a look with his son. Fear of the unknown spread throughout their faces. The room fell silent. Derrick leaned forward in his chair placing his hand on the table.
  • "Mr. Bowden, this offer is only offered once. We have the upper hand here and we are extended to you. We won't offer it again. Sink and drown or take the hand. It's your choice!"
  • "How long do we have to decide?"
  • "Two days. Forty-eight hours, Mr. Bowden. Then, we withdraw our offer," Tyler stated returning to his seat.
  • Mr. Bowden nodded his head in acknowledgment as he stood from the leather chair. His son followed his lead as they both made their way to the door exiting the conference room. The door eased closed and the two looked at one another. Tyler reached for the teal blue tie and removed it from his neck. He tossed it on the table in front of him and reclined in his seat. He lifted his massive beige hands to his face rubbing the weariness from it. He ran his fingers through his amber hair before setting his bright green eyes on the proposal.
  • "Well, that was a disaster," Tyler said closing the folder. "Could've been worse. He could've said no. At least now, he has something to think about," Derrick said propping his feet on the table. "Do you think he'll sell?"
  • "I do. He has no other options. It's just a matter of time before he runs out of solutions. Just wait, he'll be back."
  • "I hate waiting," Tyler said reaching for the phone beside him. He dialed the number of his secretary. The phone rang once followed by the sweet voice of Jillian.
  • "Jillian, I need two coffees, please. And bring me two egg and cheese muffins," Tyler said. A few minutes later, Jillian walked in carrying a tray of goods Tyler asked for.
  • "So, what's next on our agenda, Jillian?"