A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 3

My hand fell to my side after he let it go. "All printed and filed."

"Good. Make sure each director has one copy. We have to try and not screw this up. We might still have a chance."

Riley walked to the corridor. I gathered the paperwork from his desk and scurried behind him. He was completely immersed in his business role, which was insanely sexy. I licked my lips—not certain whether it was because I was nervous about the upcoming meeting, or my inappropriate thoughts about Riley throwing me up against the nearest desk and having me on the spot.

None of the directors had arrived at the meeting room yet, but Ryan was there waiting for us. He sat with his legs crossed. He gave me a once over after we entered.

Whenever the twins were together, the electricity between the three of us increased tenfold. But we were on important business matters right now. There wasn't any time for my lewd imaginations.

"They were just at the lobby," Ryan said. “One of their as**sistants phoned me.”

The velvety texture of his voice soothed my nerves, if only slightly. I made a round over the oval-shaped, glass table, dropping a folder in front of each seat. When I was done, I made a trip back to my desk to pick up my laptop. I acted as a scribe during each meeting, as well as an errand girl. For the most part, my job was to record each important detail, while running around and passing papers along. I thought it was easy at first, but it required a lot of multitasking skills.

The directors arrived about five minutes after we were prepared.

Most of them were old guys with bad haircuts, some of them bald. The only person who didn't have wrinkles and graying hair was Wesley Goodwill. He squinted his eyes at me the moment we exchanged stares. I narrowed my eyes back, envisioning the way he'd look curled up and crying for the second time.

"Discussions are in order," Riley said, gesturing to the chairs. "I hope you've enjoyed your refreshments at the lobby. Have your seats, gentlemen."

***

"The majority agrees then," Director Sakobi said. He was the other major shareholder of TTA international, though his stake wasn't as high as Director Goodwill’s.

I furiously typed away, trying to make sense of what just happened—Goodwill didn't vote against the offer.

Wesley, however, did, and appeared quite mad at his father's lack of support. "Why, dad? I thought you—"

"I'm glad we've come to an amicable conclusion, Ryan, Riley." Goodwill lifted himself off his chair to shake their hands.

The twins returned his gesture, pleased grins painting both their faces. I wondered if they were as perplexed as I was inside. Wesley probably didn't mean much to his shrewd father, then.

"When can we start?" Riley asked eagerly.

Sakobi raised his head. "As soon as possible, I presume. We'll inform our managers tomorrow."

"Good. That's great. Thank you."

"No, thank you for your wonderful offer."

My gaze darted back and forth as the two men conversed. The nice words they said sounded fake. Sakobi even guffawed loudly—the kind of obnoxious, fake, business laughter.

Wesley frowned. "I'm not happy with this."

"Deal with it, son," his father replied. "You twins were gracious hosts. Which reminds me, last night's party was phenomenal. I enjoyed it immensely."

"I enjoyed it, too," I murmured, absentmindedly, while remembering how I made a grown man cry.

Unfortunately, in our soundproof meeting room, sound echoed. My murmur was too loud. They all heard me. The room fell silent. A mere secretary shouldn't raise her voice like that. Wesley turned his head to me and scowled.

It was Sakobi who broke the awkward silence. "Well, I'm glad you did, Miss..."

"Miss Fontaine," I added.

"Ah, Fontaine. Good name. We should get going. The drivers have been waiting for a long time. Thank you again, Crawfords."

Ryan bowed his head. "Our pleasure."

As they exited, Wesley had himself transfixed on me. "I want to talk to her."

Goodwill pulled his elbow. "Your mother is waiting, son."

"She's probably shopping."

"I will be angry if you don't stop your f**king whining and moping."

"Screw you, dad. I don't care about whatever the hell—"

"WESLEY!"

I swallowed. Riley and Ryan were shocked, too. I hadn't expected Goodwill to blow up like that. His face had literally turned a reddish shade, and his fist was poised to hit someone.

Goodwill spun over and smiled at my bosses. "Sorry about that. My son tends to get out of line sometimes."

"Don't mention it," Ryan said.

"Goodbye."

The glass door shut itself after Goodwill left it hanging open.

I stroked my chin with my fingers. "Maybe that's why he ended up so wimpy."