The Rich Boy by Scott Kylie

Author:Scott, Kylie
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: novel
Publisher: Kylie Scott
Published: 2020-03-08T16:00:00+00:00

“Let me see if I’ve got this right,” says Beck as he walks in the door, cell attached to his ear. “You sent her to an event with absolutely no information or instructions and she made a speech that she wasn’t aware she’d have to make and—rather than rocking the boat in any way—she committed to nothing more than a continuance of business as usual? That sounds to me like an entirely measured position to adopt.”

Beck flinches, moving the phone away from his ear. Even I can hear Catherine’s reply from over on the couch. The woman is furious.

“You’re right, Grandma, that is quite an amount of money. And how wonderful that it’s going to continue to be given to the city libraries as Dad would have wanted.” He pauses. “Hello? Hello, Grandma? I think she hung up on me.”

“Hmm.”

He crashes onto the couch beside me, slinging an arm around my neck. “Hello, dearest. I’ve just been hearing all about your busy day.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how much trouble am I in?”

“I don’t know. Eleven, maybe?”

I sigh.

“Can’t even imagine what you’re going to get for Christmas. A lump of coal? Some half-rotted brussels sprouts? That’s presuming we’re still even invited.”

“I’m sorry.”

He grins. “No you’re not. I saw that picture of you grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Half of the damn city did.”

“Oops.”

“And, as per our earlier discussion on the phone, nor should you be sorry. She set you up to fail,” he says. “But not only does a goodly portion of Denver now love you, but you’re making her do the right thing by Dad and those people. You won, hands down.”

“You’re definitely not angry?” I ask, just checking.

“Nope. I’m proud of you.” He smacks a kiss on my cheek, giving me a megawatt smile. “Granny was being mean. She deserved to be taught a lesson.”

“I was rather upset with her at the time.”

“You’re nicer than me. I’d have been fucking furious.”

“She’ll give them the money?” I ask.

“She has to. You made sure of it.”

“Wow. Good.”

“I’m just sorry I trusted her and encouraged you to do it,” he says.

“You’re not some all-knowing omnipotent being.”

“A pity, that.” His thumb caresses the side of my neck. “But next time I’ll do more research.”

“Question,” I say. “Have you ever thought about doing any philanthropy?”

“Answer. I’m involved in a few things. Why do you ask?”

I reach up, rubbing my fingers over his knuckles, down the length of his fingers. “There was a woman there today trying to get a literacy program funded. Also a guy who’s involved in clearing school children’s lunch debt.”

“You’d like to help them?”

“I just thought I’d mention them to you,” I say. “I could be wrong, but your grandmother appears to have a throat hold on the Elliot Family Foundation. A lot of her causes seem to largely benefit the people in her social circle.”

“This is true. Not that Dad was any better. He just saw more value in getting the family name on as many public buildings as possible.

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