“Had I been made aware of the state of my father’s health, this transition would’ve gone smoother. Unfortunately, I wasn’t and now we’ve got what we’ve got.”
His gaze dropped for a brief moment to the table, and in turn I held my breath, sensing the imminent danger I was in as acutely as I’d felt it standing before that charging bull back in Wyoming.
“As of today, I’m removing my wife as acting CEO––”
I hadn’t wanted to believe Damon. I needed to believe that Scott still felt something for me, for what we’d had. Respect, whatever. That he would’ve at least given me the benefit of telling me in private rather than to humiliate me in front of the board of directors. In front of the world, really. It was only a matter of time before the Wall Street Journal broke the story. Somebody was probably texting them right now.
And despite him being a raging asshole, I still loved him. The same man who wouldn’t even look at me. The same man that had kissed every square inch of my skin and every silver scar refused to meet my eyes.
“The decision to install her as CEO was made by my father while he was unsound of mind and body––influenced by my wife…It should be noted that I’m seeking a divorce as soon as possible.” He wasn’t pulling any punches. No mercy granted for a woman he once considered a friend and a lover.
I didn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t. It’s like my limbs wouldn’t cooperate. I stood stock-still near the door and took every shot, all his anger and frustration. My arms hung limply at my sides, my expression as neutral as ever. I wouldn’t let them see, and I certainly wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
My eyes worked around the conference table, taking in each and every disapproving glare and smirk, each shake of the head and disdainful frown. I’d known most of the members of the board for the better part of ten years, but they were all strangers now. With a few choice words, Scott had destroyed my reputation, my connections. All my hard work.
“Regardless, no harm’s been done and I’m ready to take my place as CEO of this company.” His voice sounded firm, remorseless. “I’ve consolidated power, spoken to my mother and sister. Devyn has signed over her shares, giving me controlling interest in case any of you get ideas.” Heads turned left and right, some of them quietly murmuring to one another.
I gave it one last chance, but no matter how much I willed it Scott refused to look at me. So I took one last look at him, at the man I’d fallen in love with. Then I turned and quietly walked out. There was nothing left to say. Nothing left for me in that room period.
“You should sue his ass,” Miller announced from his seat in the armchair in my office. I glanced up from the stack of papers I was sifting through and met his disgruntled expression.
“Can you please hand me the blue file,” I said, motioning to a stack of files resting on the side table. Miller did as I asked and went back to sipping his latte like he was at Sunday brunch and not at work in the middle of the week.
If leaving was only as easy as walking out. There were too many important contracts and proposals I needed to personally go over with the new general counsel to simply quit. Besides, I could never do that to Frank.
In the break room, I’d overheard the whispers. Scott had hired someone from an outside firm, thus ensuring that person would be loyal to him and only him. Smart move I’d tell him if we were talking. Which we weren’t.
It had been five days since my public humiliation and there would be nine more. Nine more days of people watching me as if I were a reality TV show and whispering behind my back. Nine more days of seeing him day in and day out. Of him ignoring me––or worse, treating me with the same cordial indifference he reserved for strangers. He was a good actor, my soon-to-be ex-husband. He didn’t even look mad anymore. Just far away, remote…cold. The bright side was that it couldn’t get any worse.
It was time to throw in the towel, to admit that my Scott was gone and a younger, more ripped version of Frank had taken his place. The tailored suits. The groomed-to-death appearance. The dead careless stare. The party whore was long gone. This Scott was all ruthless efficiency. I wondered what Laurel and Ryan would think if they saw him now. I’d tried to explain it to Laurel the other day on the phone and failed.
“What do you mean he’s not coming back to Wyoming? He’s a rancher not a CEO.”
“Not anymore, Laurel. He fired me and announced to the board that he’ll be running Blackstone. And you should see him. He reminds me so much of Frank…his father would be proud of him.”
Ironically, the pain of losing my dream job had turned out to be no pain at all. It was Scott’s betrayal that cut to the bone. The job I would eventually get over. The man I was still very much in love with––not so much.
“Have you thought about staying?” I asked my soon-to-be ex-assistant while my attention remained on the piles of paperwork on my desk. “Hastings wants you on his team.”
Hastings had been a surprise, and I wasn’t used to good ones.
Miller sighed. “No. It’s time for a change. Paul wants me to work for him, on the business side of the restaurants, but I’d like to stay married…so I’m thinking about going back to law school.”
My head jerked up, hoping that I’d heard him correctly, and an uneasy smile grew on Miller’s face. “It’s about damn time. Anything you need from me––anything––”
“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” he muttered.
“Miller…” I sighed. “…you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. Don’t be stupid about this.”
Miller’s attention fell on his nails. He drummed his fingers on his thigh. For all his tough talk, Miller was a sensitive soul. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“It’s not a compliment it’s the truth.”
“What about you? Plans?”
“For the first time in my life, no…I’m going to pack a bag, grab my passport, and head to the airport. I’ll buy a ticket when I get there.”
“I should sue him,” he sneered.
That brought an unexpected smile to my face. The workings of Miller’s mind were always good for entertainment. “For what?”
“Sexual harassment.”
As much as I wanted Scott to hurt, to taste a little bit of his own medicine, taking down Blackstone Holdings in the process wasn’t my idea of fun. “Stop it.”
Female laughter drew our attention out the glass-paneled wall of my office and across the cubicle-littered floor. Scott stood near reception with an attractive redhead in a sharp gray pantsuit, and judging by the smiles, they were clearly enjoying themselves.
“Who’s that?” I asked as my stomach knotted and an ominous feeling came over me. The redhead gazed at Scott with unmistakable lust in her eyes. I knew that look. I’d worn that same look on my face not too long ago.
When Miller didn’t answer right away, I cut him another glance. That’s when I knew I wasn’t going to like his answer. “Who is she, Miller?”
“New general counsel––the woman that’s taking your place.”