“Elliot and Christopher are on their way.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Hmm . . . I kind of think it is.”
I stay silent.
“Where are you?” he asks.
“In a bar.”
“Alone?”
“Yep.” I roll my eyes and catch sight of myself in the mirror behind the bar.
I see him, the man whom the world sees, the heartless takeover king in the expensive suit.
The one who’s dead inside.
This time, they’re right . . . I am.
“I got to go.” I sigh.
“Promise me you’re all right.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m fine,” I reply as I hang up. But I don’t know if I’m fine. I don’t even know what I am anymore, who I am . . . I frown and sip my drink.
This is an emptiness that I don’t know how to fight.
The waiter wipes the bar. “Another one?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod once. “Keep them coming.”
I read down the list of unopened emails, and I frown.
Anderson Media.
She emailed me from her work account. I click the email open.
Dear Mr. Miles,
I have fought all I can, I have nothing left to give. With no financial relief in sight,
I would like to accept your offer to acquire Anderson Media.
I would like assurance that all staff will keep their positions within the company or offered alternative employment.
Please find the attached financials and spreadsheets that you require for the due diligence.
Your first offer will be accepted.
Sincerely,
Claire Anderson
I stare at the email, void of emotion. How long has she been struggling to keep her business afloat?
Why didn’t she tell me?
My mind goes back to the first time we met and how aggressive I was with her.
I was so hell bent on taking her company that I didn’t care about anything else, no matter how much I was attracted to her-it was the company acquisition that I wanted.
I remember how determined she was to fight to the end.
The fire she had inside of her was so bright that I could feel it. It was the thing that drew me to her. Determination like that is so rare these days; it’s not often I come across it.
That very same determination to be independent has now driven a wedge between us. It has all along, if I’m honest.
I had to fight to be in her life, and now I have to choose between what I know I deserve and what she wants. Both things should be the same.
It’s heartbreaking that they aren’t even on the same page. I exhale heavily as these depressing thoughts fill my soul.
How did it get to this?
What must it be like to lose something that you fought so hard for so long to keep? I imagine how gutted she must be. The timing couldn’t be worse.
“Claire,” I whisper. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I exhale heavily and click open the financial spreadsheets.
Time to separate business and pleasure . . . or in this case, business and heartbreak.
There will be no winner here.
Claire
“Can we go away with Uncle Bob this weekend fishing?” Harry asks.
I smile in relief. This is the first time Harry has talked to me all week. “Where’s he going?”
“Down to Bear Mountain. He called and asked if Patrick and I could go.”
“Oh.” I stare at him for a moment. “You really want to go away fishing now?” I ask. Typical kids-don’t understand that I need them close right now. “Is Fletcher going?”
“No, Fletcher said he didn’t want to after working all week.”
“I’ll think about it,” I reply.
He stares at me for a beat, as if waiting for me to say something.
“Do you want to talk about Saturday?” I ask.
He puts his hand on his hip with attitude. “Are you going to call Tristan and apologize?”
“I already went and saw Tristan, Harry.”