BILLIONAIRE'S RUIN

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER THREE

I walked past his secretary who was talking to some middle-aged lady.

“Hey, where are you going miss?” she rushed after me grabbing my wrist.

“Going to see your boss,” I said on turning.

A look of recognition crossed her face as she let go of my wrist. I crossed my arms waiting for her to say something stupid so I could pour a fair amount of my wrath on her. I was boiling inside. First, my dad selling off the company without telling me and then that douchebag at the bank offered to help me only because he was after my body. If I were her the last thing I’d do is try to antagonize me.

“Miss Davis you need to leave the company premises. Mr. Sinclair is busy with an important client and as I said over the phone his schedule is fully booked for the rest of bathe week,” she stated.

“Are you sure he won’t see me?” I inquired.

“Of course he won’t. He is busy,”

“Then watch me,” before she could blink I rushed into Mr. Sinclair’s office without knocking.

Well the sight that met my eyes came as no surprise at all considering his rumors of sleeping around with anything in a skirt were pretty much popular. He must have recognized my presence because he cussed out loud turning around to face me.

“Have you no shame at all?” he asked as the girl he was screwing struggled to get off the office table.

“Are you asking me or yourself?” I sat down keeping my eyes on his face while he buckled his pants.

I watched the poor girl slide her red dress over her body and wear her heels before rushing out of the office without a backward glance. Some poor girl indeed. Whirling my chair around, I smirked watching him straight his tie.

“What do you want Zoe?”

“Simple. Back out on the deal you have with my dad,”

He gave a short laugh while sitting down on his swivel leather chair.

“And why would I do that when the profit I can accrue from buying your company is enormous?” he clasped his arms in front of him eyeing me.

“Because you have to. Does your wife even know you are screwing your workers? I would be so devastated if I were her,” It was my turn to smirk.

“Are you trying to blackmail me now? I thought you are better than that Zoe Davis. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some more important people to think about,” A smirk grew on his face as he watched for a reaction.

Finally losing my cool I stood up ramming my palm on his table. He looked at me in shock taken aback by my sudden change of behavior.

“When we were drowning in debts, you were nowhere to be seen and now that we have no way out you are ready to salvage everything from us. Let me warn you, that company belongs to us and I’ll be damned if I let you take it from us. Mark my words Sinclair; I’ll get back what belongs to me no matter the lengths I have to go,” I walked out.

I spent the rest of my day locked in my room sleeping. The fact that the company had just slipped through my fingers was really hard to accept. It was around eight at night the following day when my mother came knocking at my door. I grabbed my pillow burying my head in it to stop myself from hearing the knock but unfortunately, the rapping wouldn’t stop.

“Hun are you in there? I need to talk to you urgently. It’s about the company. I think we might be able to save it,” I didn’t need to hear another word as I rushed past her to the dining room.

Dad was in the kitchen and I could hear low voices but I was way over myself to think of the consequences.

“Is it true dad?” I was aware there was a couple in there with dad but that didn’t stop me.

“Honey this is Mr. and Mrs. Valiente,” he said instead gesturing to the couple sitting across him sipping their coffee.

I shook their hands with new-found enthusiasm. Mr. Valiente was a lean man with a tall frame with really good looks while Mrs. Valiente could easily pass for a lady of thirty years with her youthful vigilance and ever-smiling pretty face. In so many ways she was the exact replica of my mother with the warm welcoming attitude oozing from her.

“Zoe, did we disturb you? My wife really wanted to see you,” Mr. Valiente stated obviously noticing my crappy state.

“No, not all. I was just relaxing in my room Mr. Valiente,” I explained.

“Just call me Ethan,” he offered with a platonic smile set on his face.

“Of course,” I replied with a similar smile.

“And you can call me Florence. It’s so unbelievable how time flies so fast. Just a few years ago you were a toddler throwing tantrums on my arm and look at you now, you are all grown up,” his wife bubbled much to my surprise.

I looked at my mum who was leaning by the door with a deep smile accentuating on her dimples. Why was Mrs. Valiente talking about my childhood like she really knew me? Heck, the last thing I expected was my parents to be acquainted with a family like that. The Valiente family was one of the leaders of the hotel industries in the whole of California and rumors had it that they were also among the richest families in the whole of the USA and Canada. Our chain of restaurants compared to theirs was in an exaggerated way like trying to find a pin in a haystack.

“Ethan is an old friend of mine. We actually went to the same high school together,” My dad explained and I had to hold back a shocked gasp.

Dad and Ethan Valiente were old friends and I didn’t know anything about this? Wow! The world was really such a small place.

“We were there when you were born but we had to move to Canada to set up some businesses there. You were three years old when we left and now twenty years later we are back to find you really grown. You know your mother and I used to fantasize about my son asking you to prom or winter formal. Its time though our families became close again,” at the mention of her son, I felt blood rush into my cheeks.