Contract Love by Ella Goode

Author:Ella Goode [Goode, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

CAL

“Ithought you were taking the afternoon off. Did she kick you to the curb already?” Trident seems way too gleeful about the possibility of me suffering heartbreak. He hands me a portfolio.

“We’re officially engaged, but I need a ring. I promised her Grandma’s rock. I’ll have to see Aunt Gia for that. I looked over the financials for the other ad agency that’s on the acquisition list, and I want to pass on that. The corporate governance looks shaky, and while they have a good client list, there seems to be a lot of internal strife with high turnover and their former employees bad-mouthing them openly on social media.” I close the presentation with a snap and hand it back.

“I’ll cross them off.” He checks something off on his notebook. “What about the meeting with Chairman Chen? His team is going to be here next week kicking off his IPO road show.”

“Chen’s company is the AI health care unicorn? The one that supplies in-room twenty-four-hour monitoring based on real-time scans?”

“Yup. The buy-in is going to be around 40 million at the lowest for any pre-IPO investor.”

“I’ll review it tonight. Anything else?”

“No. The Chen meeting is the most important now that we’re kicking the ball on the ad agency, so you’re free to go and try to woo your woman back.”

“Thanks for your nonexistent support, Trident.” I glance at my watch. Aunt Gia should be home about now. “One more thing. Look into Mindy Morton. She’s a resident without voting power but has a stick up her ass about Harlow. Also, find out who owns the land The Grand sits on. The apartments are owned by the residents, but the land might be separate.”

“Are you thinking of buying it?”

“If I have to.”

Trident wrinkles his nose. “It would be pricey.”

“I’ll live.”

“Yes, I suppose you will. Can I get a raise then?”

“When Harlow gets full title to her apartment, yes. Also, I tried to recruit the doorman at The Grand. He’d be great in PR. He knew me on sight. I gave him my personal card, so when his call comes through, help him through the hiring process.”

“I’m going to add another percentage point onto my next raise for that.” He makes another note.

On the way down to the town car, I call Aunt Gia. She thinks texting is rude. You either have to call her, visit in person, or write a letter. You’d think she was born in the early 1900s.

“I’ve been wondering if you’d forgotten me,” she says instead of hello.

“Never. You’re always on my mind.”

“But never in the flesh.”

“I want to see you right now. Are you free?” I nod a silent thanks to my driver, who holds the door open for me.

“I presume you want something, but if that’s what it takes to see your face, I’ll endure. I’ll see you shortly?”

“I’m on my way.”

Aunt Gia lives in a brownstone on the Upper West Side. She’s always preferred the west to the east because the river views are prettier at sunset than sunrise.

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