“Action is the foundational key to all success.” -Pablo Picasso.
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“Mr Sanders is ready to see the two of you.”
After dropping Quinton off at his apartment to rest, Alexander and I decided to see Mr Sanders right away, both of us beyond curious to hear what he had to say.
The blonde receptionist gave us a bright smile as she ushered us towards the office’s door.
Alexander stood up first, and softly grabbed my hand to pull me up. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he directed me towards the now open door.
Walking in, I glanced around and eyed Mr Sanders office. I couldn’t help but think how impressive and well organised it was.
Mr Sanders was facing away from us. He held a phone to his ear as he sighed.
“I’ll call you back later,” he said into the phone dismissively as he hung up and spun his chair around.
Seeing us, he gave us a wide smile and stood up.
Truth be told, it was probably the first time I saw him smile.
“I heard the great news!” He cheered as he tugged off his suits blazer.
The last time I saw Mr Sanders was during the meeting I hosted at Victoria. Since he was very generous towards me then, I gave him a smile.
I then glanced at Alexander who’s eyes remained on Mr Sanders.
“Great news?” I repeated and Mr Sanders leaned on the edge of his glass desk.
“Why yes,” he said, “-Mr Williams and his second and third inline are in prison. Meaning his company is now,” Mr Sanders paused as he looked up to give us a grin.
“Well, mine.”
I opened my mouth to speak but stopped. I looked at Mr Sanders in confusion as Alexander took a few steps forward, and helped himself to a seat.
“And how exactly is it yours?”Alexander asked.
“Well you see, Marcus signed a contract. In the terms and conditions, it clearly states that if the owner isn’t in any position to run his company and the next two are also absent for the job, then the owner of their allied company, has the right to own the company,” Mr Sanders explain thoroughly and I slowly walked forward.
“Let us say the company is now indeed yours, why does this require mine and Mr Celeste’s acknowledgment?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.
Mr Sanders smiled at my question. He stood up straight and made his way around his desk.
Pulling open the top draw, he began to search for something.
“I heard your tragic story Miss Peterson. And I also heard that the Williams industries was indeed made from your parents money,” he said as he glanced to look up at me.
I clenched my jaw and softly shrugged my shoulders.
“You heard correctly,” I confirmed and I looked over to see Alexander watching me.
Hearing shuffling of papers, I looked back at Mr Sanders to see several papers in his hands as he closed the draw.
Walking back around, he walked towards me and paused in front of me.
“I never liked that man,” Mr Sanders said distastefully, “-I always knew there was something off about him.”
Offering the papers towards me, I looked down at them and slowly grabbed them, rotating the sheets around.
“Whats this?” I asked as Alexander stood up to stand behind me.
He peered over my shoulder as I began reading the first few lines on the paper.
From March 1st 2015 and on wards, the company owned by Mr Williams and given to ally partner, Mr Sanders is now given to the new rightful owner, Samantha Peterson.
With now, wide eyes, I scanned the page and read the bottom line.
Signature of consent, which was then followed by Mr Sanders signature.
I hurriedly flipped through the pages of numerous writings.
I glanced up at Alexander who looked at the sheet with a small smile. He seemed familiar with what it was as he looked at Mr Sanders with the same smile.
“I don’t understand,” I said as Mr Sanders chuckled.
“Samantha,” Mr Sanders said, “-the William Industries is no longer Williams Industries. The companies already in the process of changing the name to Peterson Industries.”
I was still slightly shocked. Both men were smiling and Alexander sighed as he now stood in front of me.
“Samantha. The company is now yours. You’re the owner.”
I didn’t celebrate just yet. I slowly looked back up at Mr Sanders.
“Thank you. But why? Why would you give away an extra amount of wealth?” I asked, confused.
Before Mr Sanders could speak, Alexander let out a low chuckle.
“Samantha, not everyone is Marcus. Not everyone is greedy for money,” Alexander said and Mr Sanders nodded in agreement.
“Mr Celeste is right. I have money in which I don’t even need. Plus the company was build based on your parents wealth. Therefore you automatically do deserve it.”
Looking at the two of them in disbelief, I couldn’t help but smile.
“This… this is,” I trailed off, speechless for the first time in awhile.
“Thank you. Mr Sanders, this means a lot, I couldn’t thank you enough,” I said feeling an overwhelming feeling of happiness.
“Please,” Mr Sanders stated, “-don’t thank me. I’ve simply returned the company back to the correct owner.”
After a few more moments of discussion, Alexander and I left Mr Sanders office in silence.
Once we were out of the building completely, I let out a loud laugh and spun around.
“I can’t believe it!” I said beaming. I was happy. And it felt beyond good.
“I can,” Alexander grinned.
I glanced down at the sheets in my hand once more. It was real. The company was really mine.
Not wanting to crease the sheets, I softly placed them in my handbag, and gently zipped it up.
Looking back up at Alexander, I couldn’t help but laugh as I took a long stride forward and wrapped my arms around him.
Alexanders arms circled around my waist as he picked me up, and spun me around in a quick circle placing me back down.
I rested my head onto his chest and closed my eyes.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered suddenly, my eyes slowly opening.
“For?” Alexander lightly asked as he rested his chin on the top of my head.
“To visit Marcus,” I said and suddenly Alexander leaned back and stared at me with an eyebrow raised.
“You’re going to visit him?” He asked in bewilderment and I smirked at his expression.
“Of course. He should meet the new owner of his old company right? Perhaps I’ll show him the contract,” I said in a smug voice and Alexander smirked.
“Perhaps you should,” he agreed as he tightened his grip around my waist, bringing me closer.
“Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure he regrets messing with a Peterson and Celeste.”