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“Mr. Montgomery, this is Gregory Walters,” the caller introduced himself; however, the name didn't ring any bell whatsoever.
“I work for Mr. Charles Nioly, and he instructed me to follow up with you on the collaboration with his brand. He looks forward to expanding the business to North America, and I will be the liaison between you both.”
It was in times like this that I truly hated client business because what was so important about anything he just said that he couldn’t just fucking wait to inform me the next day.
He soon informed me.
“I know it's pretty late, but I hear you might be returning to New York first thing tomorrow, and I myself will be flying out to Barcelona briefly. So if you have the time this evening, I hope that we can meet?”
I listened to his words more than ready to reject everything he had just proposed. However, when I cleared the fog in my mind and thought more logically, I realized it was a great idea because whatever the outcome of our discussion we could hit the ground running the moment we returned to New York.
“All right,” I replied, getting up. “Where should we meet?”
“Do you know the Sabine in Soho?” He asked.
It didn’t matter if I knew it because I had a personal driver who could get me there regardless, so I took down the address and got ready.
Since it was a night out, I went with something a little bit more casual: just a white linen dress shirt and tailored slacks. I sprayed on some cologne, put on some shoes, and was out of the door.
As I passed by her bedroom door, I couldn’t help but pause. I wondered what she was up to and if she had fallen asleep. I wanted to knock but I was reluctant. I didn't want to sound desperate.
The car was waiting for me at the curb as I arrived, so I got in and we were on our way.
The restaurant and bar was quite high-end on the 10th floor of the Mondrian London at Sea Containers. The lights were dim, the music low and tasteful, and the host was ready to receive me at the door. Gregory also came over and we exchanged a handshake.
“Glad to finally meet you,” he said.
“Likewise,” I replied as we took our seats in the lounge. “I’m Charles Financial Adviser and he sent over your proposal a few months ago. We’ve been assessing it and now that the approval has begun, we can get started.”
“What about the terms?” I asked. “The revenue share? Is that confirmed as well?”
“Well, we reached out multiple times for renegotiations, and you absolutely refused to change them. Unless now, you're being a bit more friendly?”
I smiled as I beckoned to the waiter to come over.
“Just confirming that we’re on the same page because it still won't be changing. Which Charles knows, the profits will be astounding enough to make any of this inconsequential.”
“All right,” he replied. “Let’s talk briefly about your plans for expanding a few of the businesses. The first is the Casino in Atlantic City. He never actually set out to just build one. He has a whole plan of three he wants, but we haven’t been able to reach this stage as of yet. Do we have the facilities to triple the income by the end of the year?”
I’d evaluated this intensely, so I had the exact answer he was looking for.
We continued speaking, and soon our drinks of whiskey were brought over.
I didn't want to eat anything amid such a meeting, so I kept my alcohol intake minimal and stayed alert.
Chapter 22
Scarlett
“What about those two?” Nancy asked.
It took me a while to turn around to see who she was talking about because I was not interested. We had been playing this game now for the better part of half an hour, and it was getting quite dull. Who knew that most men supposedly with money were not very attractive?
“Look,” she slightly pinched my arm, and I smiled. Then I turned around to see who she was talking about.
It didn't take long for me to notice him. At first, I was sure that my eyes were playing a trick on me; however, his features and physique were unmistakable even in the dimly lit restaurant and bar.
“Holy shit,” I swore and quickly turned back around.
