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Beckett rolls his eyes.
Their constant banter is making me blush.
“My dad has had a string of companies in his lifetime—some big successes, some huge busts,” Beckett says. “The same applies to many of my uncles. Rhys and me relied on their expertise. They became investors early on and they were rewarded with handsome buyouts. For the marketing, I figured why fix it if it ain’t broke. We copied what worked. I approached musicians I knew and asked them to give us some feedback. They were blown away. In no time, their hordes of fans were rushing to buy SCORE audio bass headphones, propelling us to the number two spot. Five years later… here we are.”
Chapter 9
Beckett
“What a kickass day,” I say before taking another swig of my vodka on the rocks.
“I’ll drink to that,” Rhys says before gulping down his vintage bourbon.
“We’ll have to get Valerie and my executive assistant to work together to find an expensive gift to thank Easton.”
“What do you get a billionaire and future prince?”
“I don’t know. A new castle?”
We laugh.
“Whatever it takes, we’ll go the distance,” Rhys says. “Arianne is worth it. She’s exactly what we need.”
In more ways than one.
It was a long day for our prim new consultant. After dinner at Le Specialità, Arianne declared she was exhausted. As much as I would’ve loved to hang out with her more and get to know the woman behind the genius, I had to let her go. After putting her in a chauffeured car, Rhys and I made our way by foot to one of our favorite hangouts—the Quintus Hotel. We kept it low key tonight. We ditched the gentlemen’s lounge in favor of the bar for late-night drinks.
“She blew me away by how fast she picked up on everything,” I say.
“Same here. I was even more shocked when she agreed with Easton about the potential valuation of our company,” Rhys says. “I thought he was pulling your leg. Six to seven billion?”
“I still can’t believe it myself,” I tell him.
“After today, I can see how we can reach—if not surpass—that, thanks to Arianne’s expertise,” Rhys says.
“I agree.”
“We threw a lot at her, but she didn’t seem fazed at all.”
“She’s something else,” I say.
We bombarded her with a tsunami of information. In our defense, she was insatiable. The more we threw at her, the more her eyes lit up with excitement. That’s the kind of enthusiasm we were hoping for.
“There’s one thing, though,” Rhys says.
“What’s that?”
“Shame on Easton for misleading us.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead. “In what way?”
“Didn’t you say Arianne describes herself as a nerd and finance geek?”
“That’s what Easton told me,” I tell him.
“Hmph.” I expect Rhys to elaborate, but he moves his attention to his bourbon.
“What am I missing?” I ask.
