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Can’t wait to hear your excuse for not taking my calls this time.
MR. BAKER’S ORDER WAS SHIPPED.
It was the only good news I had received today. But it didn’t get Trye off the hook. Whatever was going on with him, he owed me an explanation as to why it was affecting my business. For now, I needed to keep the line of communication open as much as possible.
Trye liked short messages, so I had one for him too.
GOOD.
In less than twenty-four hours, I was going to be face-to-face with Trye. He won’t have any way of hiding the truth from me.If I don’t like what I hear, or see, then he will be fired.That simple.
Of course, it would mean that I would have to take on the manager role myself temporarily, but it beat the hell out of sitting back and watching everything I had built, slip away.
Is that why you’re reaching out to me, Dean? Is it already affecting my reputation out there?
If that was the case, then meeting him for drinks was the last thing I wanted to do. Everyone had opinions, I just didn’t want to hear any of them. This was my company. I was solely responsible for each order and every employee. That didn’t mean I wanted to be questioned or lectured. Calling him and backing out now was only going to raise a red flag if there hadn’t already been one.
Fuck.
Slipping my cell phone into my pocket, I grabbed my key card and headed down to the lounge. When I got there, Dean was sitting at the bar drinking a beer. I took the seat beside him.
“Hey, hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” I said.
“Not at all. What are you drinking?” he asked.
I waved the bartender over and said, “Bourbon.”
The bartender nodded and Dean said, “That kind of day?”
“Yep. We all have them occasionally,” I stated.
“Isn’t that the truth? Today was a total shit show, and I’m hoping tomorrow’s meeting goes better.”
“What happened?” I asked, glad to keep the conversation off me.
“They didn’t show.”
“No advance notice?” I said, shocked.
“Nope. Strange, because they were the ones who reached out to me. If they contact me again, and they will, my answer will be no. I don’t give second chances when it comes to business,” he said downing his beer.
“That’s my motto as well,” I replied.
“What are you going to do about Trye?”
So, you have heard.
My gut usually didn’t steer me wrong.
“Not sure. Trye used to be on top of everything. But I’ve received complaints over the last few months regarding orders not being on time.”
“What was his answer when you asked him about it?”
This was none of his business, but did I really care what he thought? His tone wasn’t judging as I expected. “The communication has broken down. That’s why I am returning to Tabiq. I need answers.”
“All you needed to do was reach out to Alex, or Bennett and I’m sure either one of them would drive by the factory to check on it for you,” he stated.
“Thanks. I appreciate that, but I need to do this,” I stated firmly. This wasn’t a Henderson business. It was mine. And I was going to fight to keep it that way.
