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That, and the fact she had a movie/TV show being filmed in one of their hotels in Hawaii had made her perfect media fodder.
Fletcher saw an opportunity to leverage the media attention, as did Olivia, but after sharing their thoughts and getting a resoundingnofrom the loved-up couple, they had put their thoughts to bed.
Harper had, however, hit it off with Olivia immediately. It didn’t surprise him. Olivia was smart, funny and... totally off limits to him.
Fletcher was her boss and a majority shareholder in the Dufort Hotel chain. Plus, there was the pesky company policy about not fornicating with staff.
The Dufort Anti-Fraternization Policy, as it was officially called.
In other words, no shagging the staff.
Something he wanted to do with Olivia very, very much.
The policy was something they’d put in place over a decade ago. Their father, Jonathan Dufort, founder of the multi-billion-dollar Dufort Dynasty, had a poor track record when it came to keeping his cock in his pants—a fact their mother had learned before drinking herself crazy over many years. So, once the boys had really stepped into senior roles in the business, they had encouraged the policy to continue. Many of the board members fully supported it.
In the early years they’d lost dozens of human resource managers who couldn’t manage the constant complaints. Now life was different, and laws had changed.
Still, as it turns out, Johnathan Dufort had been a liability.
Which was why, after being dragged into an extortion attempt by a US senator because of their father’s philandering ways, Daniel had organized a coup. They stripped Johnathan of the majority of his shares—paying him out—so he now had less control over the business.
Protecting them all. Shareholders included.
Fletcher and Hunter had supported Daniel’s decision, and now the three collectively held the majority shares.
The relationship with their father was now tense, but not broken.
“Great speech, Fletch,” someone said, clinking glasses with him as he made his way to the kitchen. Fletcher was used to hosting parties, so it had been no big deal to pull it together last minute.
Or so his executive assistant, Scarlet, had said.
“Fletch, man, how are you?” Trevor, a college friend, asked.
“Good. So glad the timing worked out. I know you’re a busy man. Dan’s happy you could make it.” Fletcher slapped him on the shoulder.
Hunter, his younger brother, joined them.
“Trev, are you leaving?” Hunter asked. “We’re heading over toJoy Clubafterwards. Join us?”
Joy Club.
Yeah, it was exactly as it sounded and not at all Fletcher’s scene.
Trevor shook his head. “Can’t. I have a big presentation tomorrow, so I need to get a few good hours’ sleep in.”
Trevor was a medical researcher with a focus on infectious diseases. Though he was young, he was making great strides in his career already.
“On a Saturday?” Fletcher asked, even though he was guilty himself of working outside normal business hours.
Dufort had hotels all over the globe including Australia, England, Europe, and the United States, so the varied time zones meant he met with his large marketing team at weird hours.
He was often at networking events which were never painful no matter where or when they were held, because he was always surrounded by gorgeous women. Which was one reason he’d earned the title “Playboy of Manhattan” by the tabloids.
“Hey,I’mstill working on my first billion, Dufort,” Trevor joked. “But yeah, a fucking Saturday.”
They all knew Trevor was never going to starve. His whole family was made up of medical professionals and his father was the CEO of the New York Presbyterian—the largest hospital in the country.
“If I said we had a private room booked, would that sway you? It’s been years man, come on.” Hunter tapped Trevor on the arm with his tumbler.
