“You’re meant to be showing me the ropes, if I remember rightly from that meeting with Mr Kingsley, but please do correct me if I’m wrong.”
Fuck this asshole. He was only put here because of my father.
“I don’t have time for this bullshit.” I turned to face Aria. “Go back to your desk for me.” She nodded and left the office.
I straightened the cuffs of my suit and ran my hand through my hair, brushing the loose bits back. Then I walked around to my desk and sat down in my chair.
“Are you sleeping with your PA, Sebastian?” he asked. “Because you know that would be against company policy if you haven’t declared it. I don’t remember seeing anything in the files.”
“What are you doing, going through my files?”
“I don’t think you’re quite grasping what my position is here.” Hispositionwas due to my dad. Nothing more. A way to worm his way back into Luxe Corp.
“I don’t care. You’re not wanted.”
“It doesn’t matter what you want.”
“And what is it thatyouwant, Caspian?”
“To learn the company like I’m paid to do. So, why don’t we get a coffee and start going through everything?”
I sat there glaring at him for a moment. This was not what I wanted on my first day back.
He made his way over to the door and opened it wide.
“Aria, I’m really sorry to bother you, but would you mind grabbing Sebastian and me a coffee? We’re going to be in here a while. I’m sure you know how Sebastian takes it, but I’m a white coffee, one sugar guy.”
“Sure thing, Mr Whitmore,” I heard her reply.
He closed the door, making his way back over, and sat in the chair opposite me. “Now, shall we get started?”
I slumped back down in my chair, letting out a heavy breath as I rubbed my face. This guy was really going to test my patience today.
The company was running smoothly, and now he wanted to waltz in as if he cared about it. He wasn’t family; he didn’t have a clue what I’d had to do to keep this business going for my granddad. Luxe Corp had changed over time, including its name, which I’d changed after my father almost brought it to ruin single-handedly. My family had built it from scratch. It had gone from private investments post-war to private equity. He didn’t know the history of this place. He was just a pawn.
“I hear you’re working on a new fund proposal.”
“I am.”
“That’s what we’ll do today, then.”
I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table. “What do you mean, that’s what we’ll do today?”
The door swung open, and Aria cautiously stepped in, coffees in hand. I followed her every movement as she placed the coffeeon the table. I could tell she felt uneasy being in here by the way her eyes never locked onto mine.
“Thank you, Aria.” Caspian smiled at her.
“You’re welcome, Mr Whitmore.”
“Can you do me another favour whilst you’re here?”
Her eyes met mine for a split second, then went back to his. “Of course.”
“As I’ll be working with Sebastian on the fund proposal, can you email me over all the documents and print a set out for us to work on right now?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to control myself from snapping at his demands on Aria. She was my PA, not his. She looked over at me, and I gave her a small nod.
“Yes, I can do that.” She smiled and hurried back out of the office.
