Chapter 69
Anton
‘Ineed you to handle something for me,’ I tell Max first thing next morning. I’m relaxed and well-rested after earth-shattering sex with Gen when we got home from last night’s party.
I did fuck her mouth.
I did fuck her cunt.
And I almost let slip how I felt about her, but I managed to hold it in.
I may have slept like a champ with her wrapped around me, but I’m on business turf now, and my inner pit-bull is unleashed.
‘Name it,’ Max says.
‘It’s for Gen. You know that Rapture club?’
He makes a face. ‘Yeah.’ Max got his membership to Alchemy last week, and I think he’s practically sleeping there. He’s fucking addicted.
‘Touma and Hansen were at the Serpentine thing last night. Slimy fucks. They’re poaching members from Alchemy. Gen said there’s been an outflow. We need to shut them the fuck down.’
‘Above board or back channel?’ he asks without pausing to take a breath.
This is why he’s my Chief of Staff.
He gets shit done.
No questions asked.
I consider. ‘Try official routes first. See what Steph can find out. If there’s nothing, we’ll reconsider.’
Stephan is our forensic accountant, and he’s the fucking Hercule Poirot of the audit world. If anything sketchy is going on, he’ll find it.
Max nods. ‘Consider it done.’
‘It’s time-sensitive,’ I tell him. I want these little twats out of the way quickly. I want to crush them like ants under my shoe. We’ve got the Cannes launch in ten days, and Gen doesn’t need anything derailing Alchemy’s opportunities.
Because I know that pop-up will be a money-spinner.
I know it’ll open a world of doors for her and her team.
So let’s head off this problem at the bat, before they really get their claws into the market.