Page 516 of Savage Bosses

Truthfully, that’s the only reason I haven’t delegated more responsibilities to others because I’m always trying to escape her presence. That attitude is what has me in my current state. Dreaming about this damn succubus day and night has me restless, grumpy, and horny.

“Ambrose?” Alessandro says, smirking at me.

“Yes?”

“The numbers. We’re waiting.”

I glance at Austin who dims the lights, turns on the overhead screen, and launches into his spiel about costs, opportunities, and materials. When he finishes, he provides the numbers and a breakdown of every area. After the presentation, he closes the screen and turns the lights back up.

“Any questions?”

“I think the numbers are fair,” Mitch says.

“More than fair,” Marco mutters.

“May we have a moment to speak with our clients?” Dave speaks up.

I nod and stand, and Austin, Brynlee, and Rick follow me out of the conference room.

“May I have a word with you alone, please?” Brynlee asks, nodding her head at a small conference room.

Wordlessly, I follow her inside, closing the door behind us.

“What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“You have a meeting to start a thirty-two-million-dollar project without consulting me or any of the executive team? If I hadn’t accidentally walked into the room, when would I have found out, Ambrose? Huh?”

“Bryn, it’s not as simple as you make it.”

“Oh? According to Rick, we’re doing business with the mob, you’re probably getting some incentive, and the business will get screwed. Do you mind telling me what’s going on here?”

“What’s going on is that we can do a few things here. One, we can build the Ocean Falls area up to the premier tourism destination not only in the state of Georgia but on the East Coast. Second, a collaboration with the Black Hospitality Group and the DeLuca Group, despite who you believe them to be, would allow this company to finally become an international construction company which is something we’ve been struggling to do for the last three years. And third, do you know what would happen if we pull this off?”

“No. Please enlighten me,” she hisses, crossing her arms over her breasts and stepping close to me.

“It would increase the bottom line by more than the twenty percent the board is seeking to gain and save those jobs you’ve been going to war for over the last month!”

Her arms drop, and her eyes widen slightly.

“I…I didn’t know.”

“I fucking know that. You’ll have to learn to trust me if we’re partners in this organization.”

“You can’t expect that just because you’re my boss, I won’t question things when they don’t look like they’re on the up and up.”

“What makes you think that they’re not?”

“The DeLucas? Come on, everyone knows they’re part of the mafia. Hell, they’re mafia royalty.”

A smirk dances across my lips before being replaced with a scowl. “Thank you.”

“Excuse me?”

“For recognizing who the fuck we are and not underestimating our power. Our reach.”

“We?”

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