Silence.
“Gemma?”
“I heard your conversation,” she replies.
I rub my forehead.
The conversation with Daniel.
Surely, she couldn’t have put two and two...ohhh wait.
...she has an emotional attachment to the company, so we won’t be including Mrs.Ford...
Fuck.
“You told me you would save Open Leaf.”
“No, I didn’t.”I glance at Zander and Colt, who are in the car with me, both as drunk as I am.
A mix of irritation and guilt blends together with at least three glasses of Macallan, and it’s not good.Gemma doesn’t get to take off like that.It’s not how you do business, and she breached her contract.
Something inside me snaps.
I didn’t fuck up her company.She did.
Her stupid husband did.
“What is it you think I do?I’m a venture capitalist, not a therapist.I buy failing companies and do what is necessary to make a profit.”
“So, it’s all about money to you?!”Gemma spits, and I realize how late it is and that she might be drinking, too.
This isn’t good.
And yet, I can’t stop.
“Yes.”
If I didn’t do it, someone else would.I saved her from losing more money.Doesn’t she understand that?
Or is she one of those billionaire-haters who are completely unaware of the contribution our enormous taxes make to the economy?
Without them, the world would look quite different.
Those taxes pay for the benefits that the vulnerable in society lean on, and infrastructure that everyone enjoys.
The dream that we are all equal, that we could all earn the same money and live a perfect life is just that.
A fucking pipe dream.
Life doesn’t work that way.
Crap...I’m going off on a drunken tangent.
“Why did you want me to stay on with the company if you think I’m soemotional?What is going on?I want to know.”
Ouch.
“You don’t have the right to know the details Gemma.I own the company.”