Page 4 of The Boardroom: Jonathan
I sighed. “Look, Sam.”
“Samantha. You call me Samantha.”
“We have to get along if we want this acquisition to work for both of us, okay? And clearly the Wordsworth Company meant a lot to you. I get that.”
“Of course,” Samantha said, and smiled up at me weakly. She walked out of the conference room without so much as a look behind her.
I threw myself back down in a chair and tossed a crumpled ball of paper in the trash can across the room, only to have it bounce off the edge on to the ground. “Careless rich boy attitude. Psh,” I muttered. This would be a long and painful process.
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“Okay,” Kirk said the second the doors of his Jaguar closed in on us at the end of the day. “You have gotsomuch explaining to do.”
“About what?”
“’About what?’” Kirk chuckled. “Says the guy who almost had angry sex on the meeting room table with the hot new Wordsworth CEO.”
“Woah woah woah…okay buddy. Slow down. ‘Angry sex?’ There was a lot of anger, but no sex, trust me. That woman is a piranha.”
Kirk just laughed. “Oh please.”
“I don’t get it. Dude, seriously. What are you talking about?”
“The entire office was talking about it afterward. It was insane, man.”
“Please elaborate, Kirk, before I punch you in the face,” I said, losing my patience.
“You two didn’t take your eyes off each other that entire meeting. It was intense. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Kirk looked a bit too excited talking about this, and it made me both uncomfortable and annoyed.
“Intense hatred, my friend. That’s all.” I leaned back in my seat, ready to go home and be done with today once and for all.
“You’ve got to admit she’s hot though.”
“I really do not like her in that way, Kirk.”
“Aw come on man, you’re not blind.”
I shrugged, realizing Kirk would not stop bugging me until he got the answer he wanted. “I guess if she weren’t trying to kill me, she’d be okay.”
