Page 41 of Havoc
Chloe smiled at him. “Of course, Mr. Price.”
With that, Remy walked into his office, closing the door. He probably could have handled that differently, but he was not in the mood to deal with the other man, and he knew Kieran would want to kill him for throwing his name out there, but Victor was originally his problem, and Remy was more than willing to hand him back over.
Remy grabbed his phone and keys from his top drawer. He sat in his chair, waiting for Victor to leave. He didn’t have to wait long as Chloe entered his office five minutes later.
“He isn’t happy that I scheduled him for November, where I will then have to call him to reschedule for the new year,” she informed him with a smile, and Remy chuckled.
“Have I told you lately what a wonderful assistant you are?”
“No, and you really should do it more often.”
Remy stood. “I’ll do you one better. You can leave early today and come in at nine tomorrow.”
“I know that’s more for yourself than me,” Chloe told him. “I’m going to assume you have a date tonight that you plan on letting tire you out.”
Remy smirked at her. “Very close, except I do the tiring.”
“As my boss, that’s TMI; as my friend, I’d like details the next time you take me and Oliver out for drinks since we’re both being forced to live vicariously through you.”
Remy didn’t know when he and Chloe became friends, and he knew it was sticky hanging out with anyone who worked under him outside of the office, but she was efficient at her job, and he hadn’t seen the harm in getting a drink now and then or having dinner. Besides, Kieran had stepped over the ultimate line and married his assistant.
“You’ll be drinking something non-alcoholic,” he informed her.
“Yes, yes. I was speaking metaphorically.”
“I’m heading out. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Have a good night, Remy.”
He stepped onto the elevator and rode it to the ground floor. His car was brought around a couple of minutes after he steppedoutside, and he headed toward his condo. He had a few hours before picking Lawrence up for dinner. He would find something to kill time.
“Ihave to tell you, Lawrence, I was skeptical about taking this meeting. I hadn’t thought about changing my supplier, even with my current one, increasing their minimums and decreasing delivery frequency, but I’m glad I sat down with you.”
“I can understand that. Sometimes, it’s easier to stick with what you know, and if you decide to do that, it’s completely fine, but I wanted to let you know what we had to offer and how it would benefit you, Mr. Cross,” Lawrence responded as he watched the other man take a drink of the whiskey in his glass.
It was his last appointment of the day, and the man wanted to meet at a local restaurant since he would be finishing up a meeting there when he was scheduled to meet Lawrence. He hadn’t minded. It would get him out of the office early, and he may have been able to get home early. The latter thought had gone out of the window when he’d glanced at the time moments ago. He hadn’t realized they’d been discussing the products for over two hours.
Lawrence wasn’t upset about it. Potential and new clients always had a lot of questions, needing their concerns to be alleviated before they committed, and he’d always been willing to take the necessary time to answer them and give them accurate information. He’d go beyond with this one because if he landed it, he would have signed the largest and second-largest contracts Global Technologies had seen since he started working there.
“I told you. Call me John, and I’m seriously leaning toward switching, though it would be at least six months. I’m still under contract and prefer to ride it out instead of breaking it.”
“My apologies, and of course, we wouldn’t expect you to.”
“So, now that we’re all talked out on business, are you a local Lawrence?”
“Yes and no. I was born here, and my parents moved to Las Vegas when I was little. My mom and I moved back when I was sixteen, and I spent my time going back and forth until college.”
“Where did you go to college?”
“I went to Florida State University.”
“From Denver to Vegas, back to Denver, to Florida, and back again. Interesting,” John responded.
“I guess I wanted a different type of heat than what Vegas offered. What about you? Are you a native?”
“No, I was born and raised in Maine, and several years ago, I decided I wanted to change scenery.”
Lawrence figured he wasn’t a local from his dialect and what he perceived as a slight accent, but asking was only common courtesy. He picked up the mojito he’d been nursing, primarily because he’d been answering questions and took a drink. He felt John’s eyes on him, studying him.
