“Thank you. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I manage to get through three-quarters of my presentation, and I can feel his heavy stare on me. It’s our first morning meeting. Tobias has already fired everyone on the board. Together, we have the task of turning the plant from a corporation structure to employee-owned. I won’t bother to ask him what he’s doing with the other plants, because I’m sure once he sees my plans for this one, maybe he’ll make similar changes to the others. Ryan sits at the table along with one of Tobias’s assistants, Shelly, as I go through the presentation—I worked half the night on—a step by step plan specific to the Horner Tech to right the wrongs of the past. It will give the faithful workers incentives along with better healthcare and retirement options. “Their lives won’t change overnight, but oh, what a difference a year can make.”
I pause after voicing that thought aloud, feeling the full weight of the attention of a man I was sure only existed in my dreams.
“Cee?” Ryan asks as I stand there, completely wrapped up in the memory of a warm summer night filled with toe-curling kisses, wine, of lightning bugs, of a magical place we created where no one else existed, and we recognized each other.
“Cee?” Ryan prompts again as I try to find my place.
“Sorry,” I clear my throat, feeling fire lick the side of my face and down my neck. I haven’t spared Tobias a glance, but the entirety of the outdated boardroom has been crackling with energy since he entered it.
“Within the next year,” I continue, “not only will we have given the employees incentives to stay, but we’ll have created and budgeted for twelve new supervising positions.”
“I already have plans in place.” It’s the first time Tobias has spoken up, and my eyes lift to his.
“I just wanted to give you some options. This is what I do.”
He doesn’t waste breath with his retort. “I’ve been doing it longer. Is that all?”
“Okay, let me word it better,” I snap. “Plan B is what’s happening.”
Ryan speaks up, biting Tobias right in the ass. “It’s a condition of the contract.”
Tobias doesn’t spare Ryan a glance and gives me a dead stare.
“I’m creating jobs, not ruining your plans.”
“Debatable,” he counters and stands.
“I have fifteen minutes left,” I object. His eyes roll over my form-fitting pantsuit. I may have spent a little more time than usual on my appearance this morning.
“You’re doing what you want, why does it matter if I’m here?”
“Your presence at these meetings is also in the contract,” Ryan counters as Tobias finally shifts his focus. And the result isn’t pretty.
“You going to lick the bottom of her stilettos when she’s done here?”
“She’s not into foot kink,” Ryan retorts with a sure smile.
Tobias’s eyes drift up to mine. The look in them enough to condemn me. And now he knows I’ve slept with my lawyer. I glare at Ryan, who shrugs, giving me a thorough and appreciative sweep Tobias does not miss.
“Gentlemen, tuck your penises away and take a breath,” I snap. “This isn’t about who has the most authority here. This is about thousands of workers and their future and what’s right for them. I don’t have to be right. Let’s just come to an agreement on what’s best for them.”
Shelly speaks up. “Agreed. What we have planned is very similar, I’ll cross-reference our prospectus with what you’ve got, and we can work together to get the kinks out.”
“You’re speaking out of turn,” Tobias scolds her.
“I don’t lick shoes or wipe asses, Mr. King, that’s why you hired me.” She doesn’t miss a beat. “Cecelia, I
think this is brilliant, and since I’m the one who’ll be getting this information together and out to the masses, I would love to hear your last fourteen minutes.”
I bite my lips to hide my smile as Tobias’s eyes narrow at Shelly before he takes his seat. “Floor is yours.”
I can practically hear his thoughts—your move.
Ryan chuckles, and he and Tobias stare off for a second before they both turn expectant eyes back to me.