Page 217 of Savage Suit
Dragging his attention away from whatever he read, he frowned. “Why would I waste time on today of all days?”
“Oh my God! This…this…this iscrazy,Reid. This is the Anti Pre Nup. I-I-I mean…oh my goodness. I can’t accept all this from Noah. S-s-suppose I don’t make a good Keegan wife.”
“Do you love Noah?” Reid interjected.
“With all my heart,” I answered without hesitation.
“Then you’ll make an excellent Keegan wife.” He returned his attention to the paperwork. “This details your executive compensation.”
“What is that?” I squeaked.
“A lot,” he responded, turning to the next page. “Signing bonus.” And next. “Stocks.” Onward. “Annual—”
“Okay, Reid. I get it. You’re repeating yourself.”
“I’m not repeating myself,” he protested. “You had two contracts, both detailing the same terms. Besides, those are retroactive. What I refer to now depends on you accepting the position as KMG’s CMO.”
“The Chief Marketing Officer for Keegan Media Group?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Because yeah. Nepotism. I had faith in my abilities, but I had to jump through hoops to even become a product manager.
“Finally—” He gave me a pointed look.
“There’s more?”
He nodded.
“My head is spinning. What does all this mean? Outside of the job offer,” I added quickly.
“Noah understands the importance of your autonomy, Ryan. You don’t have to accept any future contract at the company, but retrospectively, you’re owed money from your previous contract.”
“H-how much?”
“I’m getting to that.”
“Why is he doing this now?”
“He wanted you paid in full before your marriage. Again, you value your independence and he values you.”
I nodded, then indicated he continue with a flick of my wrist.
“There’s a contract between you and Noah—”
“Another contract?”
He nodded. “More of an agreement.”
My lips formed an ‘o’, but no sound came out.
“Transfer of business ownership agreement,” he clarified.
“Ummmm.” What the fuck else could I say? “Amage, right?”
Reid’s lips curled into a half smile. “Yes, as well as half of Nick’s shares to Keegan Enterprises. Noah, er,persuadedNick to surrender all but five percent of his shares. He and Tina are relocating to the West Coast to oversee Kee-Tel’s LA office, and Noah is splitting the shares between you and Nathaniel.”
“Christ,” I mumbled, unable to say anything else. I knew the overall value of the conglomerate and adding in the House of Amage. I’d wanted a seven-figure bank account. I’d gotten nine figures. “Jesus.”
“You don’t have to accept Amage, Ryan. Noah is prepared to keep the company in his private portfolio and sell some shares to Boyd Andrews and Graham Morgan. Or you can acquire the company and sell some of the shares. All proceeds will be yours.”
“That might be best. I don’t know anything about the perfume—”
