Page 10 of The CEO's Revenge

Paul grinned. “Settling in okay, boss?”

I got the distinct impression of a brown-noser, like the Tom Wambsgans character inSuccession. Well, I was no Kendall Roy. “Just Max will do. I’m fine. Take a seat, gentlemen.”

When I’d been brought up to date with the different projects they were working on, they rose to leave, but I beckoned for Rick to remain. Paul shot us a brief look, a frown creasing his brow, before he masked it and left. I waited a few moments until he had closed the door before I turned to Rick and spoke again.

So, how’s the asshole doing?”

“His ass is in a bit of a bind right now with losing the Chase account last week.”

“Does he know who won it?”

“I made sure of it.”

I nodded. “Good. I guess he knows BB Tech is my company.”

“Max, it’s not something I have to plaster on a billboard or hire a skywriter for him to know. He knows exactly who the brains are behind BB Tech.”

“Good. He needs to know he fucked with the wrong guy, friend or not. Do you think he knows I’m out?”

“Again, no need for a billboard or skywriter. It’s been all over the news. If he’s living in this city, which he is, he knows.”

“Good.” I went silent.

Rick continued, “I’m sure she does too.” He stared at me.

I shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t mention her to me.”

He hid his amusement. “I didn’t mention anyone in particular. There are many ‘shes’ in this city.”

“You know damn well you’re talking about Savannah.”

“Now that you mention it, I’m sure she knows you’re out as well.”

“It is of no importance to me whether she knows or doesn’t.”

“Liar. Michelle always said your right eyebrow twitches when you lie. It’s a pity the jury didn’t know your little tell. You know you damn well care if Savannah knows.”

I felt suddenly bitter. “Only enough to exact my revenge the same way I’m taking my revenge on Robert.”

“To be fair she didn’t actually do anything bad to you.”

“She did not even give me the benefit of the doubt. Simply judged me and deserted me when I needed her most.” I didn’t tell him my suspicion that she then took up with Robert, which was the real sin I held against her.

“Michelle thinks, and I agree with her that it was not like Savannah to do that. There must be an explanation.”

“You’re welcome to it when you find it. As far as I’m concerned, she’s history,” I said coldly.

“Come on, Max. Give her a chance.”

“No.”

“But-”

“End of discussion, Rick.” My voice was harsh.

He held his hands up defensively and stepped back.

“Okay. There will be nothing else said about Savannah Maitland from me.”

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