Epilogue
Sven
He was still kicking himself at his own stupidity for agreeing to meet with Pierre.
His lawyers, all three of them, had insisted he personally meet with the idiot and set him straight, and reinforce that there would be no financial benefits coming from him or his company.
The problem with that was that this guy didn’t seem to understand the word no.
“Listen, I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, but I’m not interested. You’ll get nothing from me or my company,” he stressed for what felt like the hundredth time.
The ass was making him late to meet Remy. Sven only had a small window of opportunity to meet Remy today, and Pierre was intent on stopping that… like he knew. Only that was stupid because how could he when only his PA knew his plans?
The man in too-tight clothing sauntered closer, stinking of a cologne that was cloying and made Sven’s temples throb. Or it could just have been Pierre in general. His sexy sneer did nothing for Sven, in fact, it left him feeling rather nauseous.
“Are you sure you aren’t interested in me. I’m a very good judge of people.” The smile ramped up a notch. “I mean, really, this is all Remy’s fault because he invited Toby into the basket for the second ride.”
Sven got out of his seat as Pierre hovered way too close, resting a proprietary hand on his arm.
His temper was sizzling more than a steak on the grill at his attempt to push the blame onto Remy.
His lawyers were clear: Remy could choose to offer his place to anyone.
It was a paid spot; therefore, they weren’t beholden to Pierre because he had been paid for all the clients—whoever they were.
He towered over Pierre and growled, “Remy is not responsible. You are. You understand the risk of landing in places you shouldn’t.
In fact, there is no mention of this in any of the documents we signed when drawing up the partnership.
So unless you want me to sue you, I’d leave Remy alone,” he threatened, his jaw aching with how hard he worked to get control of his temper.
“Got a thing for him, do you?” Pierre questioned, his eyes narrowing.
“He’s my employee,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “One of the many employees I have on staff.”
This fool would be going nowhere near Remy. Ever!
He checked his watch and saw he’d missed his opportunity to meet Remy when his plane was due to take off in thirty minutes for a meeting in another State.
He held back his sigh of frustration, pulling out his phone to message his PA to advise Remy, he couldn’t make it.
For the moment, ignoring the man in front of him who hadn’t moved away.
Shoving his phone into his suit pocket with more temper than was warranted when he’d finished, he eyed Pierre sternly.
“When I leave here today, I do not want to hear your name mentioned again, and especially by Remy, or you will find yourself in hot water, with enough heat to peel the skin from your body and leave you with nothing but useless bones for dogs to chew on.” His voice was so low and menacing that Pierre paled and took two steps back, head bobbing hard enough to make him look manic.
Satisfied he’d gotten Sven’s point, he growled, “Good.”
He stomped out of the tiny office to his waiting car. He set aside the disappointment that came with an unusual sense of need to change his mind and cancel his next meeting.
Having never done that in his whole working life, Sven shook it off as him having a reaction to the awful Pierre and got into the car.
“Where to, sir?” Mak, his driver, asked.
Sven hesitated for a second, hating that he’d stupidly come to see Pierre, just his worry about the man messing with Remy was too much to ignore. Next time, his lawyers could keep quiet and leave him the heck alone and sort out the nuisance themselves. That’s what they are paid for!
You made the decision.
He shut out the voice. “The airport, please, I’ve a plane to catch.”
The car slid effortlessly into the traffic, and Sven sat back, rubbing the center of his chest, sighing. Maybe it was time to go see a doctor about the weird feeling in his chest? It was strange, it only happened when he was… no. No, most definitely not connected to Remy.
He got out his phone when he heard it ping with an email. He read the message saying his meeting with Remy was canceled. He pinched the bridge of his nose at the last point she made.
Did I want to set another date to meet Remy?
Right then, Sven had no answer… or not one he was willing to admit to.
Work. That’s what’s important.
You keep telling yourself that, but we both know differently.
Be quiet pesky animal.
Sven came out of his emails and went into his files to focus on work. It was for the best. This was what he was good at, and that was what mattered the most. For now.