Chapter Four
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Mr Jones pulled up in front of the office building. It was going to be a long week, Sayre thought. She could feel it deep in her bones. She brushed her hair out of her face, opening the door to let herself out. Once outside, she stood in front of the building taking it in all over again. She sighed, blinking away the burning tears that formed in her eyes as a result of the sky and walked into the building.
Her mother had built this company from nothing when she was six. Juggling being a single mother, a responsible mom and a career oriented woman was not easy. As a kid, it was rough for Sayre when her mother never came home or attended any school meeting or achievement. She was there for all her graduations though. Sayre really loved her mother, that woman had gone through thick and thin especially when her husband called it quit when Sayre was five. She barely remembered him and didn't want to bother trying.
Now her mom was in a better place- in frolingo, Italy with some buff man she randomly met in Ibiza, leaving the company in her name to run.
The elevator had barely began to move before it stopped again. Maggie, Sayre's personal assistant and secretary rushed into the elevator, a bag in one hand and a log book in the other.
"Oh my days Miss Carter, I've been looking all over for you"
"Maggie, I just arrived, what the hell are you running for?"
"I'm sorry"
She heaved, placing a hand on her chest.
"There's a man in your office."
Sayre frowned.
"Who is this man and how the hell did he manage to get into my office?"
"Some shareholder I think. He said he has every right to be herel-"
Sayre pinched the bridge of her nose. Sometimes, Maggie behaved like an i***t and it was fun to look at, but right now hearing about a stranger in her office is not what she needed to hear about on a flipping Monday.
"Maggie, you know all of them. Because they're just two."
She explained with her hands.
"Oh"
She thought, fixing her form
"Yes. For f***s sake, hand over everything in your hands and get Damian and luke in my office now."
"Oh, okay"
Sayre dumped the bag on the desk in Maggie's office. She needed to catch a breath. Going in without her security being there seemed like a death sentence because no one in their right mind would blindly be alone with a stranger in her sound proof office.
She paused, a thought came to her.
She had a spare gun stashed in Maggie's desk for emergencies- her mother had.
She retrieved it quickly.
"f*****g Mondays"
She muttered, bracing herself for the impact before pushing the door open in the most aggressive way ever known to man.
She stopped in her tracks upon entry, her hands falling to her side as the man turned to face her.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Nice office. I really love the view."
His gaze shifted to the object in her hand.
"Were you planning to use that?"
"And I will if you don't get the f**k out of my office."
"You mean our office?"
He asked, wearing a playful smile on his face.
"I'd advise you not to resist when my security gets here otherwise it's going to get nasty."
She said, walking up the two flight of stairs that demarcated her office from her bar room. Her office was huge, or maybe the bar room. Her office sat on a higher ground, and it contained her oak table, chair and a mini library she'd never touched on the bigger part of the room, a large living space enclosed it with a full on three seater, two and another two and a huge bar on the other end away from the sun..
"We have to talk"
"There's nothing to talk about."
She stopped in her tracks.
"I need to get to work and I'd advise you to do the same. Don't you also have a company to run?"
"That's what I am here for Sayre."
"You're lost"
She picked up the office phone to dial for security. What the hell was taking them so long?
"Will you give me a chance to talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about"
He snatched the phone out of her grip, considered throwing it but instead put it far away from her reach.
"Will you seat your ass down and listen to me?"
His thick voice shook the office. He was angry, irritated and tired.
"You do not get to talk to me that way Beck. You are in my office"
He ran a hand across his face.
"I'm Sorry"
He sighed "Will you please listen to me?"
"Have a seat and be quick about it, I have a meeting very soon"
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
"I came back because of a very specific reason" He began
What an opening line, Sayre thought. Somehow, him being here made her want to throw him through the building of her office and watch him fall. Her reason? Hatred. She shifted in her chair. Way to go, try explaining to a police officer that hatred is a valid reason for pushing someone from an office.
Maybe, just maybe it pissed her off so bad that she hated to admit that she felt something for him. And she hated the fact that he chose some else over her in less than six months and got married to her.
"Spit it out"
She murmured, pretending to gather her things to prepare for her meeting.
"Well, you're stuck with me"
He spat out. His knuckles turning white from clutching the top of the chair. He was vibrating from anger, annoyed even. The old Sayre would gush at his presence, would smile and get her makeup all over his shirt just because. Didn't she want him anymore?
Sayre blinked, sitting back in her chair with the most expressionless face one could ever get.
"I'm afraid it's time for my meeting"
It wasn't
"That's where you got it all wrong Sayre, we both own this place now"
A shaky finger motioned for him to stop.
"I think it's best to refer to me as Miss Carter and what the hell do you mean by that?"
"I own a thirty percent share of this company now"
Sayre's left eye twitched.
"No, you don't and the last time I checked, I call the shots around here.
"Try calling Anoha"
She smiled
"Give me a second"
Sayre practically flew out of her chair, walking out of the office into the hallway, phone in hand and ready to fight. Beck better be joking because there was no way in hell her mother would make such decision behind her back.
Anoha picked on the second ring
"My baby, how are you?"
"I'm good-"
"I was going to call you yesterday but I forgot. Damien always has something new to do in bed." She laughed
Sayre faked a smile
"I have something important to talk to you about"
"Babe- go on"
"Did you by any chance make a mistake of selling some shares to Beck"
"I'll be there in one sec. I'm talking to Sayre."
Sayre thrummed her fingers against the window sill. She was impatient and ready to nick someone's throat and her mother was taking all her time in the world to answer her.
Damien came into frame, kissing her softly on the mouth before waving at the camera
"He sends his greetings."
"Tell him I said hi"
"Oh." Anoha ran a hand through her tight Afro curls, her hair was perfect but Sayre's wasn't. She'd inherited her father's receding hairline.
"Mom"
"Oh, yeah, yeah I did."
Air seemed to escape her throat
"What?"
"I sold the shares. Oh my god. My network must be so terrible- Damian"
"Mom, I don't understand- why didn't you consult me before making an outrageous change to my company. It is my company and I have every right and every say on whatever goes on around here."
"My baby, you also have a share in his company too. It's not a big deal, you're fine."
"No I'm not"
She bit out.
Anger coursed through her body. Every one in her life always seemed to be okay making decisions and deciding what was okay for her
She hung up, shoving her phone into her back pocket. Tears threatened to fall, the kind that came when you try to hold yourself back from doing something stupid.
She was not going to do this- sit here and let her mother decide for her or have Beck running around her office like he had any right to be here.
She collected herself quickly. A pint of ice cream and her f*****g rose would do it.
She went back into her office to collect her bag. She was done with him
"Since you like meddling in other people's businesses, maybe you should try running the company instead."
- Writer
