Page 11 of Believing in a Billionaire
Evie followed him inside his office with a click of her tongue.
“But I’m planning on making it up to her with a romantic dinner. I may need your help with that,” he said as he collapsed into his chair with a huff.
“I will do anything you need. Is there a location where you would like me to make a reservation?”
He sucked in a breath as he sorted through his options. Maybe Paris was too much with her sister in town. Buthe definitely didn’t want to stay at home with Alicia there. “Sapphire Room. I want their finest bottle of champagne, I want roses at the table...wait…just…reserve the entire restaurant. I want just us.”
“Of course, sir, I will call them immediately to make the arrangements. Champagne, roses, anything else?”
“Let’s start with that.”
Evie bobbed her head up and down before she glanced at the figure hovering in the door. “Mr. Donovan is here, sir.”
Grant heaved a sigh. He’d have to tear himself away from his romantic planning to deal with whatever this crisis was. Hopefully, it won’t take long to solve.
“Mike, come in,” Grant said, waving him inside. “Evie, text me with the confirmation as soon as you have it.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman said as she strode from the room, passing Mike as he entered, avoiding Grant’s gaze.
Evie pulled the door closed behind her, leaving them to speak privately.
“This had better be good. What’s so important that I was pulled away from my family on my day off?”
“We have a very serious situation, sir.” Mike pressed his thin lips into an even thinner line as worry etched the lines around his mouth.
“Yeah, you said that once before,” Grant answered, his voice filled with disdain, balancing an elbow on the arm of his chair as he propped his head up with his hand. “And it has to do with DG Industries, which I can’t understand because the supposed head of it was arrested two nights ago after she nearly threw my wife off a roof.”
Mike clasped his hands in front of him, rolling his shoulders back as he listened silently to Grant’s bitter statement. “I understand that, sir, however, there is no denying what’s happening.”
Grant squeezed his fingers into a fist and clenched his jaw before he barked out, “Which is?”
Mike’s deep sigh and pinched features suggested a problem he didn’t want to hear. “I’ve got a watch on the company’s stock at all times. At the start of trading today, it became immediately obvious that someone was attempting to purchase as many shares of Harrington Global as possible.”
Grant’s stomach twisted into a knot at the news. “And you traced it?”
“It took a bit. They were using shell companies, but we were able to trace it all back to DG Industries.”
Grant’s eyebrows knitted as he rubbed his chin. “How? How is she doing this from behind bars?”
“My best guess would be that she has a partner who is making these moves, sir.”
Grant huffed out a breath as he flicked his gaze up to Mike. “How much so far?”
“At last check…they were approaching ten percent.”
“What?” Grant barked out as his eyes went wide. Sweat beaded on his brow at the thought of this many shares being acquired by the enemy. He leapt from his seat, pacing the floor behind his desk. “How the hell did this happen?”
Mike remained silent, stretching his neck as he took his licks from Grant, used to his temper.
Grant leaned forward, gripping the desk with white knuckles as his mind stretched to consider the potential problems and any solutions. “Get the finance team in the conference room now. We need strategies to counter this before we get to the critical point.”
“Yes, sir,” Mike said as he strode from the room.
Grant’s jaw worked overtime as he struggled to suck in measured breaths, but the tightness in his chest made it difficult. He’d thought the nightmare was over when Lydia was draggedoff in handcuffs. But this latest attack meant the war was far from over.
In fact, it had just ramped up to critical levels.
Lydia’s words from less than forty-eight hours ago echoed in his mind.This isn’t over, Grant. You’ll regret crossing me. I’m far from being finished with you.
