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Leander stopped fighting back and just let security haul them out.
On his way out he kept mumbling about how this couldn't be real.
My dad was definitely eating up all the drama at first—I mean, when I told him to fly back to the States, I said he'd be meeting my boyfriend at this industry thing.Maybe throw some cash at his company.
But Isolde showing up totally wrecked my plan.
I didn't want him anywhere near Leander after that, so I had Lucien working overtime to pump up those numbers.
Yesterday my dad spent all afternoon trying to get the tea out of me and got zilch. Today after hearing Leander's little sob story, he basically put two and two together.
After we finished eating, Lucien gave my dad the full rundown on the company—growth projections, recent deals, profit breakdowns, the whole nine yards. I told him to make his own call on whether it was worth backing.
He dug what he heard and decided to cut a check.
Before my dad bounced, he pulled Lucien aside for some private talk, then finally came over to say bye.
"I was so wrapped up in chasing money back then, totally ignored your mom. Now I can't get her back no matter what I try. Word is she's living it up in England now. Gotta jet, kiddo—hit me up if you need anything."
Then he had this low-key convo with Lucien. "Whether this whole thing pans out is on you now."
"You got it, Mr. Winston. I won't screw this up!"
"What was that all about?"
Lucien dropped the friendly act. "Your dad wants us to grow this company big enough to gave Leander a lesson!"
After getting home, Leander holed up in his room for two solid days.
He couldn't stop thinking about what Lucien said—about him tossing away his ace himself—and it was driving him nuts.
He'd built his company from nothing. What gave Lucien the right to say I was his ace?
Leander called Isolde over and grabbed that new interstate medical partnership thing she'd cooked up.
He crunched the numbers himself—feasibility, profit margins, all that. Something seemed sketchy about it, but with Lucien's company making major power moves, he didn't have time to second-guess it. He took the proposal and caught a flight to Atlanta.
Seven-hour haul, total pain in the ass trip, but the negotiations were weirdly smooth—barely had to pitch them at all.
When he got back, he told Isolde"If closing deals is that cake, our sales team's making way too much. Let's slash everyone's commissions."
After the pay cuts, some people finally said screw it and quit on the spot.
They started roasting the company all over Indeed and Glassdoor—timing bathroom breaks, making people fly coach for business trips, capping client dinners at 250 bucks, all that insane stuff.
Now word was getting around that they'd even unplugged the water coolers to keep people from needing to pee.
Some folks stuck it out since jobs were tough to find, but everyone was miserable.
When delivery day rolled around, Leander loaded up a semi with all those medical supplies, just counting down until he could collect that final payment.
The client was paying triple the going rate. At first Leander figured if he could land a fifty-mil contract, he'd be neck and neck with Lucien.
Now he was about to smoke him—if this deal went through, they'd cut him a check for a hundred and fifty million.
Leander sat there waiting for their call after the truck rolled out.
But what he heard on that phone call made his blood turn to ice, even with it being like 100 degrees outside.
On his way out he kept mumbling about how this couldn't be real.
My dad was definitely eating up all the drama at first—I mean, when I told him to fly back to the States, I said he'd be meeting my boyfriend at this industry thing.Maybe throw some cash at his company.
But Isolde showing up totally wrecked my plan.
I didn't want him anywhere near Leander after that, so I had Lucien working overtime to pump up those numbers.
Yesterday my dad spent all afternoon trying to get the tea out of me and got zilch. Today after hearing Leander's little sob story, he basically put two and two together.
After we finished eating, Lucien gave my dad the full rundown on the company—growth projections, recent deals, profit breakdowns, the whole nine yards. I told him to make his own call on whether it was worth backing.
He dug what he heard and decided to cut a check.
Before my dad bounced, he pulled Lucien aside for some private talk, then finally came over to say bye.
"I was so wrapped up in chasing money back then, totally ignored your mom. Now I can't get her back no matter what I try. Word is she's living it up in England now. Gotta jet, kiddo—hit me up if you need anything."
Then he had this low-key convo with Lucien. "Whether this whole thing pans out is on you now."
"You got it, Mr. Winston. I won't screw this up!"
"What was that all about?"
Lucien dropped the friendly act. "Your dad wants us to grow this company big enough to gave Leander a lesson!"
After getting home, Leander holed up in his room for two solid days.
He couldn't stop thinking about what Lucien said—about him tossing away his ace himself—and it was driving him nuts.
He'd built his company from nothing. What gave Lucien the right to say I was his ace?
Leander called Isolde over and grabbed that new interstate medical partnership thing she'd cooked up.
He crunched the numbers himself—feasibility, profit margins, all that. Something seemed sketchy about it, but with Lucien's company making major power moves, he didn't have time to second-guess it. He took the proposal and caught a flight to Atlanta.
Seven-hour haul, total pain in the ass trip, but the negotiations were weirdly smooth—barely had to pitch them at all.
When he got back, he told Isolde"If closing deals is that cake, our sales team's making way too much. Let's slash everyone's commissions."
After the pay cuts, some people finally said screw it and quit on the spot.
They started roasting the company all over Indeed and Glassdoor—timing bathroom breaks, making people fly coach for business trips, capping client dinners at 250 bucks, all that insane stuff.
Now word was getting around that they'd even unplugged the water coolers to keep people from needing to pee.
Some folks stuck it out since jobs were tough to find, but everyone was miserable.
When delivery day rolled around, Leander loaded up a semi with all those medical supplies, just counting down until he could collect that final payment.
The client was paying triple the going rate. At first Leander figured if he could land a fifty-mil contract, he'd be neck and neck with Lucien.
Now he was about to smoke him—if this deal went through, they'd cut him a check for a hundred and fifty million.
Leander sat there waiting for their call after the truck rolled out.
But what he heard on that phone call made his blood turn to ice, even with it being like 100 degrees outside.
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