"Tristan, this design is remarkable. The detail on the building is just—"
"Incredible, I know." I finish for him.
"This is fantastic." He smiles, looking up at me, and I shake my head.
"It's not mine. It's Shayla's." I tell him, and he gapes at me, pulling his glasses off and frowns, looking just as bewildered as I did.
"Your ex-wife Shayla? The girl we hired as your assistant. That Shayla?" I nod, pacing his office. "Why on earth did she apply for an assistant role if she can create designs like this?" He questions, looking at the design again. She designed a sixty-two-floor skyscraper.
"I don't know, maybe because she never got to finish her degree, or maybe she doesn't believe in herself. Who knows?" I shrug with a sigh and rub my jaw. "I'm going to put that design-forward for that super hotel they want to build in the United Arab Emirates."
My Dad nods in agreement. "That sounds great, but you can't use her design without her consent. She doesn't work for us anymore, remember."
"Dad, I'm going to ask her to come back and work alongside me on that project," I say, shoving my fingers through my hair as I continue to pace in his office. My father watches me and laces his fingers together.
"Are you sure that's wise? Working alongside your ex-wife? What will Sophie say?" He questions, his brows fused. I shrug and shake my head.
"It's work, she'll understand," I explain, and my father nods and leans back against his chair.
"Son, you don't need my permission. This company is yours, do what you think is right. I trust you'll make the right call." He tells me with a supportive smile holding the tablet out to me. I nod and take it from him before I thank him and rush out of his office.
"Heather?!" I bark as I walk past her desk to my office. She jumps, startled, and flies out of her chair, following me.
"Yes, Mr Hoult.”
"When Shayla left, did we provide her job with a reference?" I ask sitting at my desk, and Heather nods.
"Um, yes, I'm assuming we did." She answers in a flurry.
"Good, call H.R and get the address to where she works and bring it to me," I demand, and she nods, smiling, but doesn't move. "NOW!" I shout, and she jumps again and rushes out of my office. I felt a bubble of excitement erupt inside of me at the notion of seeing her again. I lean back in my chair, bite my lip, and heave a sigh of relief.
Now, I just need to convince her to come back and work here.