Page 32 of Vows In Corruption

Seeing his face in my space irritates me more than the damn stares.

But I hide all my irritation, and place a look of indifference on my face. Can’t have this fucker seeing all my cards.

“Peter. I must have missed the calendar notification that had us meeting this morning.” I say in place of a greeting as I walk deeper into my office, stopping right in front of my desk.

The old fucker that apparently doesn’t have anything else to do, gives me a fucking smirk as he leans back in my chair and looks at me like he owns the damn place.

I’ll fucking ruin him before that even has the possibility of happening.

“My assistant must have sent the email over to your old assistant and they forgot to update your calendar. You should really start looking for a replacement. You can’t keep missing important information like this.”

My teeth grind the whole time he speaks.

The only reason that I don’t have an assistant, and was in the business of hiring a new one, is because the last one was a mole for Peter and everything I did was reported back to him. I figured out after one week and it didn’t take much for me to fire them.

Which is why I’m so inclined to find out everything I can about Ella Vincent. I can’t have what happened with my old assistant happen again. Before her resume landed in front of me, I was hesitant brining anyone on to help. I was without an assistant for a good solid month with out extra help. I was able to do a lot on my own, and Henry helped somewhat but after a while it got tiring and Ms Vincent’s application came into my life at the perfect time. More so with Gerald’s announcement looming. I just have to make sure that she is someone that doesn’t want to bury me. Other wise, she will be fired before she even starts.

Ignoring his assistant comment, because I know for a fact that this little visit is not something that he had planned, I cross my arms across my chest and stare the asshole down.

“Is there something that I can help you with, Pete? Or are you here trying to plant a listening device so you can pass one of my acquisitions as yours?”

The smirk on his face completely disappears all the while his whole back goes straight as I call him Pete, a name I know he hates. His body is completely ridged as he gets up from my chair.

“I would never do such a thing.” The man says through his teeth but we both know it’s a lie.

“You planted a fucking assistant. I wouldn’t put it past you to plant a device.” I give him a shrug and walk over to my coffee machine.

I may have already had my allotted two cups for the morning, but seeing Peter is making it feel like the type of day where I’m going to need a damn IV to survive.

“You have no fucking idea what you are talking about.”

I give him another shrug as I pour a cup of coffee. Thank fuck, I have an automatic timer, if only I had a bottle of scotch stashed here too.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Hill?” The question leaves my mouth when I turn back to face the bastard that officially has made his way from behind my desk.

“There is a rumor floating around, Mr. Lane.”

“Oh yeah? And what rumor would that be?”

“One that states that Goldman not only is going to call a meeting in the two week and announce his retirement, but also already has someone in mind to serve as his replacement.” The old fucker decides to come closer to me and let his disgusting cologne fill my airways as if he has a point to be made.

“This is the first that I’m hearing of it.” Lie, lie lie. “Good for Gerald, his wife has been waiting for his retirement.” I take a sip of my coffee to hide my own smirk that is threatening to form. “I wonder who he’s going to name his replacement.”

“Cut the crap, son. I know that the old bastard told you who he was going to choose. Now, who is it?”

Not wanting to smell the good awful cologne much longer, I put distance between me and the smell and walk over to my chair. I may have to get a new one to get rid of the stench.

At least I’m concentrating on the smell and not on the fact that there is anger rolling through me at the fact that Peter Hill just called me son.

“You should leave the son title for your own kid.” I mutter as I take a seat. “Hate to break it to you Pete, but I have no idea who Goldman is picking as his replacement. And even if I did, why the fuck would I tell you?”

“I would watch your mouth kid, or did you forget who you are talking to?”

I let out a scoff and give him the same eye roll that my teenagers give me. “Did you?”

“Your name may be on this building, but you have no power, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s going to stay that way.”

“Is that why you came in here, Pete? To threaten me? To tell me that if Goldman names me as his replacement, I will never wear the title?”

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