Obsidian Capital Partners (OCP) doesn’t have book retail experience, so this is quite normal when acquiring a company.
What isnotnormal is that the CEO happens to be a grieving widow with an ass you could bounce a quarter off.One I’ve had more wet dreams about than I did when I was a fourteen-year-old boy.
Not normal.
Very annoying.
Especially now Gemma has tossed her toys out of the crib and refuses to come into the office.
It’s put me in an interesting position.Not the position I want to be in with her, if I’m honest.Which is one where I’m standing with my legs spread and my cock in her mouth.
But I digress.
Like all takeovers, people tell us their stories as they’re justifying the reason for their failure, so I had to hear all about the death of her husband and the history of the company.
I listened.
Then we moved on.
I’m not a fucking therapist, nor can I turn back time, so I don’t know what they want from me.If I wasted time on emotions, I wouldn’t be where I am now...insanely rich and successful.
And able to help these people.
Because without me, or others who do the same thing, these businesses would sink into debt that destroys lives.
We know this is true because some company owners don’t take steps as Gemma Ford has done before things get dire, and I’ve watched it happen.
If you keep doing the same thing, you will get the same result—quote attributed to Henry Ford or Albert Einstein.I swear to God, no one can fucking agree on anything these days.
In any case, Gemma is upset with me, and I shouldn’t be dreaming about her sucking my cock.
Her expectations of this relationship are way out.Did she think I was going to circulate around the Open Leaf stores, shaking hands and singing Kumbaya?
That’s not how this works.
Keeping her on may have been a mistake.I know she doesn’t have much business experience, but she was quiet during negotiations, letting her lawyers do most of the talking, so I assumed she would toe the line, I guess.
Or was the immediate attraction to her the day she walked into my office in her fitted Chanel navy dress, stockings, and matching heels part of my decision?
Christ, she looked like something out of a fantasy I’d like to see in action—her bent over my desk, skirt tugged up, panties torn off and me pulling her cheeks aside as I lick her from hole to hole.
Without stopping.
“Drew?”Robin, my VP of Due Diligence, seeks my attention.
“Yes?”I successfully fake that I was paying attention, lifting my pen to my lips and tapping.“I agree, but just go over those numbers again for me, will you?”
Where I will no doubt tune out and go back to thinking about Gemma-fucking-Ford.I really don’t want to take legal action, but she needs to get her ass into OCP offices tomorrow or I will.I’m not a man you cross, and if she didn’t have such a sexy ass I probably would have done it on Tuesday.
Rubbish, you have a soft spot for her.
Fuck that, there is nothing soft about me...anywhere, especially when it comes to Gemma Ford.
As a native New Yorker, I’ve shopped in an Open Leaf bookstore many times.Most have, whether it’s to pick up the New York Times, buy a greeting card or a paperback.My mom used to take me as a kid.
My mother, who died just after I finished college.
Perhaps that’s why I wanted to buy the company.The books are a little confusing but given the brand loyalty, which I’m told book lovers are prone to, my team said it might be salvageable and that it has valuable property holdings.