Page 30 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

With an inability to decide on what the menu was going to be like, I decided it would be best decided by her.

It wasn’t until I heard the doorbell ring that it occurred to me that it was already past 6:00 p.m.

Rushing over to the door, I took a deep breath and composed myself before opening it.

“Hi.”

“Hey! Oh my god, Will, your house is way bigger than I expected!”

I watched the look of shock and surprise on her face. It was just like the one she had on back at Charles’s home, and it was pleasing to see.

“Come on, come in!”

As she walked in carefully, I couldn’t help but remember the words Charles had said to me once again!

To not let her go.

Pushing it to the back of my mind, I led her further into the main living room.

She was here for business, and that’s where our focus would be—not me thinking about Charles and my relationship with Liz.

“So what would you like to have? I would have asked my chef to prepare something ahead, but I have no idea what you would prefer or like to eat.”

“Oh no, that’s fine. I’m totally okay for now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am, thank you very much.”

“All right, let’s get straight to business now, shall we?” I asked rhetorically as I brought out a document from a folder I had placed on the center table.

The document was basically a summary of Elizabeth’s business and the steps the business had taken from its inception.

From reading through its summary, I could already pinpoint a few errors, including some major ones.

Call me a magician, a guru, or whatever, but building a business is what I was built and made for. I had lost count of the number of failing businesses I acquired, only to transform them into multimillion-dollar enterprises.

“I see,” I said, observing her keen interest and focused attention on everything I was saying or about to say.

“What . . . what are you seeing?”

As I flipped through the pages in my hands, I found where I was going to start—the foundation she had laid for her business.

“Why fashion?”

I watched as she let out a breath before beginning to answer me. “My mom was a fashion designer. She loved fashion and longed to make it a bigger business than the one she had then, but I guess luck was never on her side. She died even before she got to fulfill the purpose.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said immediately before going back to the document at hand.

From the story she had just laid out, she was starting the business based on emotions.

Although, at times, emotions have a way of positively impacting our business strategies, they are also the worst foundation upon which to build a business.

Emotions could give the motivation needed, but if not paired with logical reasoning and strategies, the business was bound to crumble in the long run.

That meant that we needed to take more logical steps.

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s been a long time ago.”

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