Page 8 of Rider Forbidden
I hit the call button and as soon as it connects, he picks up. “Jack?”
“Hi sir, sorry I missed your call, I was in the shower.”
“No problem. I just wanted to let you know that my daughter will be joining you today, I presume you've been told?”
“Yeah I have, I believe she's coming to run over things and report back to you on your investment.”
“That's right. I know you will be nice to her.”
In other words, be nice to her you prick.
“Of course, we’ll show her around and help her settle in. Is there any particular information you want her to have?”
“All of it, I want her to know everything. I don't usually take a risk on my investments; I've seen you race and you’re good. I just want to know that you and your team are working at optimal performance.”
What an arsehole.
“Yes, that's fine.”
“Also Jack, I'm going to have to mention it, I hear that you are a ladies man. I don't want you going near my daughter.”
Is this guy for real? He thinks I would go near his daughter. I do have some standards. She probably looks like a librarian in Mrs Doubfire’s clothes. What business is it of his where I put my dick? It won't be going anywhere near his family.
“No, I won't go near her.” I have to ground out the words through gritted teeth. I want to tell him where to go, but I can't. It's not just me depending on him, it’s all our team. We've all worked our arses off; I can’t blow it now.
“Good . . . pleased to hear it. Have a good day Jack - I’ll look forward to getting a report from my daughter.” The click on the other end of the line indicates that the conversation is over.
Goodbye to you too, you big bag of dicks.
I arrive at the track and park my 4x4 up next to all the expensive fast sports cars.
One day.
Right now, all my spare money goes to my sister and my parents to help them out - one day I’ll have enough for fancy cars and more.
I go in straight away to find Harry. I look around for him and then at the clock it's ten thirty. I don't normally get here until eleven - he won't be expecting me yet. I take a guess that he's in the cafe bar so make my way there. I spot him reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee, I'm about to interrupt his lovely quiet break.
“Harry.”
He looks startled. “Jack,” he checks his phone and frowns. “What are you doing here at this time?”
“I've just had a phone call from Captain Dick.”
He gives me a reproachful look. “Jack . . .”
“Seriously, the guy is a total dick.”
“That may be son, but he holds all our dicks in his hand, so you'd better be nice to him. What did he want?”
I hear the door go behind me but don't pay it any more attention than that. I really should have.
“He warned me to be nice to his precious daughter - but not too nice - I've not to go waving my dick anywhere near her. The girl probably looks like one of those monster dudes in End Game. Like I’d fucking want to go near a privileged rich bitch, with nothing else better to do with her time than follow me around. It’s going to take me all my time to talk to her.”
Harry is silent. Actually, now I look at him properly he looks like he's been dropped in the middle of the M6 at rush hour. “What's up with you?”
I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I close my eyes slowly. Well, isn't this just the best day I could possibly have. I know she’s stood behind me and heard everything I’ve just said. Christ, when did she come in? Doesn’t matter . . . all of it was bad. I take a deep breath and turn around slowly.
No fucking way. My eyes widen as I recognise her. She most definitely didnotlook like the monsters in End Game. It's her. What was her name now? Robyn. The girl from the shop on Saturday. And she looks like she's about to burst into tears. Even Dwayne Johnson would cry hearing that said about himself. I feel like a total dick.
