Page 76 of Cameron's Contract
Right on cue, the elevator doors parted and I flew in and punched the button for top floor.
Rising fast, I took this advantage to catch my breath and willed it to go faster. My hands rested on my knees as I sucked in gulps of air, readying for the next sprint to the conference room.
Out and along—
Not caring who I startled, I flew by cubicles and offices. The conference room was tucked all the way in the back.
Staff look defeated as I flew by them. Shell-shocked.
Through the glass, I saw Dad at the head of the table and Henry sat by his side. Paul, Dad’s assistant, looked just as devastated. The young man had been crying.
This was to be a private affair, apparently.
At the end of the corridor, as though waiting to feast on what remained, stood the members of the board, and they turned to greet me.
I ignored them—
Bursting in, turning sharply, I slammed the door behind me.
Dad’s frown deepened as though my entering was an assault on his senses. His white knuckled grip on the pen faltered.
Henry looked just as drawn and tired, but pushed himself to his feet to greet me.
“Tell me you didn’t sign it,” I said breathlessly, making way toward them.
“Cameron, it’s over,” said Dad. His pen met the paper, and a blotch of ink formed as he began to scrawl his signature.
I reached over and snapped the pen out of his hand.
“Paul,” I said. “Frost the glass. Now, please.”
He hurried over and shielded us from the prying eyes of those shark infested corridors.
Dad’s glare met my smiling eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Cam, we’re out of time,” said Henry, his voice hoarse.
“You don’t need to sign it, Dad.” I said.
His stare swept over the contact.
I gestured to Paul. “Please, give us some privacy.”
With a nod, Dad gave Paul permission to leave.
I threw them both a big smile. “We’re going to draw up a new contract.”
“How?” said Henry.
“We own 90% of Cole Tea,” I said, hardly believing it. “The shares hit the market and we bought them up.”
Dad rose from his chair. “With what?”
“All our money’s tied up,” said Henry.
I moved closer to them. “Richard pulled a few tricks on the stock market with my portfolio—”
“Legally?” snapped Henry.
