Page 38 of Chance of Romance
Logan’s eyes widened. Elias had offered double what they’d asked. Forty million dollars. He was momentarily speechless.
Elias spoke up. “I want a seat on the board and a vote in all business going forward.”
Logan smiled big time, the tension draining from him. Not only did he have a generous offer in hand, the other investors might get excited and raise their offers even higher. “Thank you so much for this generous offer. I have a few more meetings set up. I’ll get back to you no later than Wednesday.”
Elias frowned. “You’re taking this to other investors? Look, Logan, you know my reputation. My offer is on the table, and it expires close of business today.”
Logan’s stomach dropped. Shit. What was he supposed to do about those other meetings? Show up knowing he’d already made a decision? Cancel them before he even got a chance to hear what they might offer?
On the other hand, forty million dollars. Ben would tell him to go for it. Logan’s instinct was to wait and see how things played out with the other investors, build some buzz, and go big.
Elias gazed at him steadily, his dark eyes gleaming. He definitely wanted in, which meant an enthusiastic partner.
Logan held out his hand. “Deal.”
Elias gave it a firm shake. “Excellent. I’m glad to hear it.”
“I’m available through Wednesday if you’d like to meet again with your team.”
“Monday morning, nine a.m. sharp.”
“Great.” He stood. “See you then.”
Elias picked up his phone and gave Logan a look likewhat’re you still doing here?He was all business, no time for the social niceties like saying bye. What did Logan care? They’d gotten a very generous offer from a man who would be a great asset to them. It couldn’t have gone any better.
He managed to wait until he was back on the sidewalk outside before letting out a whoop of victory, punching the air. He headed for his car, the brief moment of exultation fading to an urgent need to get started on everything he needed to do. He had to get Ben on the phone, cancel all the other investor meetings, and, oh shit, he still had to deal with Olivia.
Work first.
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Sabrina finished her last interview late Thursday, which was the easiest of all.The Chatwas exactly as it sounded, a cozy chat with four women hosts. She’d felt so comfortable it was almost like being with her own friends. The questions weren’t even questions, more like statements about her great work and the importance of women standing up for what they wanted in a relationship. Of course, she couldn’t have agreed more.
She headed out of the TV studio through a private back hallway, still a little stunned that she’d pulled off all the TV appearances this week. The radio show this morning had been short and sweet, no big deal at all. And tomorrow she’d start her real vacation.Pacific Coast Highway, here I come!She’d rented a Jeep for the vacation part of her trip, which seemed like it’d be fun to drive.
She ignored the paparazzi and reporters on her way out of the studio and calmly got into the waiting Mercedes. The shouted questions about her qualifications, her being left at the altar, and her relationship with Logan bounced right off her. This must be how celebrities felt. At first all the attention was disconcerting, and then it just became normal. She pulled out her phone to check her messages. Wow. Her office line had a ton of voicemail messages. She listened to the first one.Hi, Sabrina, this is Patty Mercer. We’re cancelling our appointment. No need to reschedule. Bye.
Strange. They’d been making real progress. She hadn’t thought Patty and her husband were there yet.
Next message.Hi, this is Warren Pitt. Take us off your calendar permanently.
Okay, what was going on? She listened to the rest of the messages with building dread. Fifteen cancellations. What the hell? She went away for a week and lost half her clients?
She called Patty back, working hard to sound professional. “Hi, Patty, I got your message. I was wondering why you cancelled. Have you and Matt reconciled?”
“We’re going in another direction,” Patty replied tersely.
“You’re breaking up? I actually thought we’d made some real progress—”
“We’re going with the Commitment Counselor. We just really like her approach, and she’s pretty well known. She wrote that book. I didn’t go with her before because she was in the city, but she’s expanding her hours at the Connecticut office, so we signed up. I’m sorry, Sabrina. We just like her reputation and think it will be a better fit.”
“How did you hear about her?”
“I knew about her book before, but then I saw her advertisement everywhere—online, in my mailbox, on the local news channel. She sounds amazing and promises quick results. Plus the mailbox ad had a coupon for fifty percent off the first month’s session!”
Sabrina hung up, nearly shaking with rage. She needed to calm down, get back to the hotel, and call all of her clients to assure them that she was the counselor for them.
It did not go well.
