Chapter 22
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♣ Henry Smith ♣
This week in Germany had been filled with heading from companies to companies for different business-related stuff.
Securing deals that'd help with the company's stocks.
Creating different plans that could lead to expanding the Henros company in Germany.
And many more…
Well, today was when we were finally heading to the Frins Star company as the meeting was scheduled to hold today.
Time to do the main thing I travelled all the way here to do.
“Oh my, Mr Smith,” the CEO and German man, Mr Lukas Schneider, said, stretching his hand for a handshake which I accepted, “when my secretary said you wanted to meet with me, I was really surprised.”
“It's a pleasure to meet with you also, Mr Schneider.” I greeted.
“Let's have a seat.” He gestured for me to sit on the couch in his office which I did, as Mrs Fila took the one beside me, some files in her hand.
He sat on the couch opposite mine, his secretary, a woman that'd probably be in her mid thirties, stood behind him on the couch.
Lukas was a very handsome man with his probably 5 foot ten figure that brought out his broad shouldered build.
He had straight light brown hair that'd been left in a short cut. His deep-set eyes popped out the beauty of blue eyes and his oval shaped face.
I had to assume he was about the same age as I was. Maybe younger. Maybe older, I couldn't tell.
His secretary left, coming back with three cups of coffee which she dropped on each side of us, getting back to her position behind his chair.
“Now, if I may ask,” Lukas began, lifting his coffee so he could take a sip of it, “what is the reason for such visit?”
I leaned back against his couch, gesturing to Mrs Fila to hand him the files, which she did.
“As you can see,” my business tone kicjec once the file was in his hand.
“The Divan Trust has tried conspiring against my company,” I watched him flip the files, “there was a change in the contract which should be tagged as a mistake, but I know my company rarely makes mistake.”
“Yes,” Lukas agreed, “that's like saying animals would take over the earth,” he snickered at a joke I didn't find funny.
“So that means the Divan are a rival and they plan on taking down my company,” I continued, while he just nodded, “and since your company is with the testimony of the contract when it'd been signed, I'd like to offer a business in exchange for it.”
He stared up from the file, brows drawn together. “What are you saying?”
“I'll like the testimony in exchange for a business deal.” I explained, watching him exchange nervous glance with his secretary.
After a while, he finally spoke. “That's not possible.”
“Why? You don't want a business deal with my company?” That was almost impossible as everyone craved a business deal with me.
“I'll be a fool to not want that,” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“But—?”
“But,” he continued, “another company has arrived to take the testimony.”
My brows furrowed at those words. “Is it the Divan Trust Company?”
He shook his head. “No, another person who had come anonymously.”
I stared in confusion, “you're saying…”
“Yes, I think you have a rival you're not aware of.”
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I had a rival?
Someone that wasn't among those that I was aware of?
And he wanted my company to suffer a huge loss so his product could probably become the most used product in the world.
The Divan Trust weren't the ones who were leading to the main destruction of my company, but whoever this anonymous CEO was?
Did that make sense?
“What do we do now sir?” Mrs Fila asked while the bodyguard opened the car door for us, but neither got out.
“I'm not sure, I need time to think about it all.” I mean, what can I say to finding out that the testimony was with someone else.
Which would mean what?
This case had to end up in court or else I might end up at a loss.
But then, if we can't provide anything to back up our claims, what would happen then?
“Contact our lawyer this evening.” I ordered, knowing there was not much I could ask of our lawyer.
“Okay sir,” I was sure she was wondering when as we were already in the evening.
All this was stressing me out actually.
Sadly, the main stress reliever was eager to be far apart from me and wanted a divorce as soon as possible.
Even if she wasn't so far away, there was a high chance of her being asleep, as that was how ig always was whenever I got back.
Seriously, I needed to do something about my behavior if I wanted her to love me back.
I needed to fight for her like a man should.
It was literally only on Sunday that I'd seen her actually.
But that also hadn't been called useful like that as I had to leave early.
Gosh.
“You should head in,” I told Mrs Fila, “I just want to have a few drinks and think.”
“No sir, let me tag along. Just in case you end up taking too much.” She insisted.
That was expected as everytime I wanted to drink, she'd always follow me just in case.
But I'd only ended up drunk once in front of her. And that was when Marie had asked for a divorce.
Thankfully, I hadn't mentioned anything to her, though I trusted her to not cast it to the media or anything.
She had been to good of a worker to not be trustworthy.
After I nodded, we both left the car, sauntering to the hotel with guards behind us.
The sun was starting to set, which (according to me) was the perfect time to actually have a drink.
After a few minutes of walking, we were sitting beside each other in the bar of the hotel.
The place wasn't crowded, with people that were obviously wealthy, chatting with one another in low murmurs since the place was meant to be quiet.
The low jazz sound that emitted from the speaker made the place seem even more calming.
“A bottle of your most expensive and strongest alcohol.” I told the barman who immediately complied, half filling a glass he dropped in front of me with the alcohol.
“You want some?” I asked Mrs Fila, raising the glass to my mouth as I took a sip.
“No, I don't think it's right if we're both drunk, I should be the sober one.” She gave me a small smile, before taking her phone from her pocket.
Thoughts of work came running back to my brain. Who could really be this person?
Why did he prefer to be left anonymous? What was he up to? What did he plan on doing?
The ‘what’ questions didn't help my headache, so I gulped down the rest on the glass, gesturing for the barman to fill it again, which he did.
It didn't help that Marie didn't feel how I felt. She wasn't aware of how much love I had for her.
Right now, I'd really have loved it if she was comforting me at the moment.
I wished that was how we were and were not getting a divorce.
I gulped down its content again, gesturing for more which he did.
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