Page 87 of Accidentally Yours

“If this is what you really want to do, I’m all in.” She smiled. “And after we get Daisy to sleep later, I’m going to show you how much I really want to do this.”

“Perfect. That was phase two of my plans.” I grinned, kissing her lips.

* * *

I glancedat the door of Tavern on the Green and waved Charlie over to the table.

“Sorry, I’m late. I got stuck talking to Davenport. The guy wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I had to cut him off.”

“That man loves to talk.” I chuckled.

“So.” He unbuttoned his suit coat and sat down across from me. “What’s so important that we couldn’t talk at the office?”

“I want you to take a look at something for me.” I turned the booklet I had made around and slid it across the table.”

Charlie opened and studied it. “I don’t understand. You wanted to have dinner to talk about Curated Chaos? Or are you starting a cult?” He smirked.

“I’m expanding Willa’s company.”

“Why?” His brows furrowed.

“Because it can be bigger than what it already is. We’re expanding globally.”

“Okay. Talk to me.” He picked up the scotch I ordered for him.

“Willa built something powerful. Curated Chaos is more than just candles, bath bombs, playlists, self-love notes, and breakup boxes. She built a brand around allowing women to feel like a disaster and still feel completely worthy. You know how emotional women are to begin with, especially with all of their insecurities. This business is huge, and the income potential is massive.”

“Go on.” He sipped his drink.

“Global—e-commerce, brick and mortar boutiques in key cities, exclusive collaborations. We scale the production, build a logistics team, streamline fulfillment, and expand into wedding chaos and other mental health support boxes. Willa created the heart of the brand, and I’ll build the rest.”

“I think it’s a great idea. But you don’t need my permission if you’re asking. Besides, how will you handle all that, plus Blackwood Holdings? Kroy is up your ass as it is.”

“You’re the best strategist I know. I want you on board.”

“Gee, Damien.” He shook his head. “Are you talking about walking away from the firm?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

“And why should I jump from our very clean and profitable venture to—everything glitter and emotional breakdown boxes?” His brow raised.

“Because this company actually matters, Charlie. Because for once, we’re not just making money. We’re making something good. I’ve spent the last decade making rich people richer. And now, I want to build something that helps regular people, not help the rich get richer.”

Charlie was quiet for a moment as he stared at his scotch.

“So, when do we start?”

“Wait. That’s it? You’re on board?”

“Damien, my friend. You’re serious. You’re whipped. You’re passionate. Besides, I’ve always wanted to name a bath bomb. I’ll only partner with you if I can do that.” He pointed at me.

I chucked. “You can name a bath bomb. We’ll call it a special edition bath bomb.” I grinned.

“Excellent. I’d be an idiot to say no. But I do have to talk to Donna. She won’t mind, though. She’s obsessed with Curated Chaos.”

“Good. Because I already added you to theSlack List.” I smirked.

“What’s that?”

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