Page List

Font Size:

Chapter 11

Alex

* * *

Jesus, this man was the definition of Asshole in every essence.

I’d sat here in the meeting room with Devon and his PA for over an hour while he dictated to me what he wanted me to do.

I didn’t know who the hell he thought I was but he must have taken my usual light hearted manner to mean I could be easily controlled.

Or, that I would turn a blind eye to the obvious lascivious manner in which he looked at Summer.

She sat at the little desk that was set up with a laptop and stationary so she could take minutes for the meeting and do her thing without any distraction. It was off to the corner of the room but aligned so both myself and Devon could see her.

Her cheeks looked flushed and even though she typed away, she looked uncomfortable.

She’d lived with me for a total of ten days now.

I’d miraculously managed not to kiss her, or do anything of a sexual nature.

It was torture, but I managed.

To say she was beautiful was an understatement. She had the kind of beauty that would make you want to stare, but in the way that would tell her you were admiring her.

The way Devon, a man of sixty five years old, looked at her made me feel like I would get up from this chair and pulverize him.

Celeste, his fucking hell spawn, was the same age as Summer. I didn’t know how men like him could be like that, and I really hoped that I didn’t come across as creepy or leery whenever I looked at a woman.

“I’m certain that you should have this in the bag. The prosecution doesn’t have a case. I have shown every step of the way that I was offering good customer care. It’s the woman’s meddlesome nephew that’s trying to take advantage of a situation, and my company.” Devon said with furrowed brows.

I continued to look at him and wondered if he was seriously going to be like this for the whole time.

The way I saw it, the outcome could go either way, but we actually had a strong case.

Mrs. Denman, a war widow of fifty years old was the woman suing. She’d been contacted by a broker in Devon’s company who wanted to tell her of a great investment opportunity. There was a new metal called silveranium being mined in the Ivory Coast in Africa. It became quite popular in use in the medical world. It was all trial and tests at the moment but there was a lot of talk about it for its anti-cancer properties.

Mrs. Denman bought twenty thousand dollars’ worth of shares in Silveranium Tech one of the companies that had jumped on board to benefit from the profit. When she bought the shares business looked like it was booming. But then a few weeks later the shares plummeted and practically became worthless.

I’d done a bit of research and saw that there was talk of one of the medical trials going wrong, but it was inconclusive as to whether that was from the silveranium dosage. It looked like that was what caused the share price to fall so dramatically. But then I noted that Silveranium Tech was a new company that didn’t really have a share history of any length of time that anyone could make much assessments from.

I didn’t dig deeper than that because it all appeared to be one of those instances where a risky investment hadn’t worked out. There wasn’t much anyone could do when that happened because of the risk involved.

Mrs. Denman was however suing because she felt she’d been given information that misrepresented what she was putting her money into, and because she felt the broker should have analyzed the market more before advising her to purchase the shares.

She suffered a heart attack when she heard the news and was claiming emotional distress for that reason. She’d spent her entire life savings on it because it was a sure deal.

I looked over the files and the allegations raised by the prosecution, tried very hard to find fault with Devon’s company, but so far found nothing.

Devon’s company had actually taken extra steps to warn the woman of the risks. She even signed a disclaimer that excused them of liability because they were only acting in an information only capacity. They weren’t providing the advice they normally gave for other investments.

Things like gold, and shares in established long standing companies were what they gave ground advice on and even allocated a wealth management advisor to their clients if they took on a huge investment of that nature.

To settle the suit Devon was willing to offer the woman her money back, but she was suing for seventy thousand dollars. That included medical treatment her insurance didn’t cover, plus her loss of earnings due to being off work and not being able to work for the few months until she got signed off from her doctors.

I had to admit that this was the first time I’d be wrong.

Although, I still had a feeling in my gut that told me something wasn’t right, it all seemed legit. Didn’t make me like the guy anymore but I guess that I could put my indifference towards him aside.