Picked by the Billionaire: Covington Billionaires by Erin Swann

Author:Erin Swann [Swann, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swann Publications
Published: 2018-08-15T20:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Amy

I’d cried myself to sleep last night. My apartment had seemed so foreign when I got back to Somerville, and I’d gulped down most of a bottle of wine before I knew it. It was all I had available to quell the hurt. Liam hadn’t ever cared about me; he only wanted to control me, control our company. I should have known better.

I’d double checked our paperwork on Liam’s investment. He’d been right——the clause requiring his permission for any other investors in the next six months was on the second page. It wasn’t unusual, and I hadn’t thought it significant at the time. The wording was straightforward, and we didn’t have any way around it.

This morning I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and sandwiched between two guys on the Red Line headed to work. All my work clothes were at Liam’s. I’d have to make time later to retrieve them.

I knew I needed to call my sister, but how to explain what had happened eluded me. Vivienne thought Liam was damned James Bond incarnate. She wouldn’t understand how demeaning it had been for him to tell me I couldn’t do what was right for our company, what was right for our team and their families.

I wished I’d never met him that night at the bar. He had seemed so nice, but last night he’d showed his true colors. He had put the clause in the contract that gave him veto power over other investors, and he’d intentionally given us only half the money we needed, so we’d be at his mercy when it ran out. He’d been two steps ahead of me the whole time.

I’d been gullible, swayed by those eyes, that smile, and his smooth talk. I was such an idiot.

I reached the office a little later than normal and headed straight for Samantha’s office.

Lucy at the front desk wasn’t the only one to give me a sideways glance. I never wore jeans to work, not even on Fridays. Getting my clothes out of Liam’s place was moving up my priority list.

“We have to talk,” I told Samantha as I closed the door.

“Not until we get some coffee in you,” she said, giggling. “You look like shit, and this isn’t Saturday,” She eyed my sloppy attire.

I could always count on Samantha to be brutally honest, but I didn’t need it today.

I sat down. “We have a problem.”

Samantha leaned forward, waiting for me to continue. “I fucked up, and we can't take the Winterbourne money.”

Shock wrote itself across her face. “I don't understand. Yesterday you told me it was a go.”

“That was yesterday,” I said. I wasn't sure how to explain how stupid I'd been. “I missed that we had to run any future investors by Quigley. I checked——it was on the papers we signed, it just didn’t sink in at the time.”

“And?” Samantha asked. “This is a problem because?”

I slumped down in my seat. “It's my fault. He won't approve Winterbourne, not ever.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t realize how bad things are between them.

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