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I guess now… now, I just wanted some kind of chance to see what I could really do with my life. See what I could be.
“I never think people fill the shoes of others,” Dad said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Everyone is different. You do a lot of good, but maybe in the past you were just unfocused. You have changed a lot, and it’s good to see the work you’ve accomplished in so little time.”
“Thanks again. This is important to me. Here’s to me doing an even better job and helping you get Patterson Inc. on the map.” I nodded with determination.
Dad smiled. “Here’s to you being my new business partner. We’ll discuss that moreverysoon. I’m looking forward to it.”
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged on my face. “I am definitely looking forward to that too.”
Soon couldn’t come quick enough for me.Nine weeks , two days and counting.
Business partner. I wanted it bad. It was everything and definitely something to be proud of, indeed.
It showed I’d made progress in Dad’s eyes.
All I had to do was keep going, no matter what temptation was thrown at me.
Temptation in the form of Taylor Cartwright with her perfect body. Her perfect naked form that would be forever sealed to my mind.
I would resist until it killed me.
Chapter 6
Taylor
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Hi, Taylor,
I’ll be with you by twelve today. I just wanted you to go over my reconstruction proposals for the next three events. I think this is where we need to start because these events are happening over the next six months. If we can tighten up the budget in various areas, we may be able to salvage some of the waste in some form of way.
Kind Regards,
Dylan
That was the email that greeted me this morning from that pompous asshole.
It was only nine in the morning, and my blood was already boiling in my veins.
He wanted toreconstructmy events andsalvagethe waste.
What a prick.
I wasn’t the kind of person to get angry and upset for nothing. I’d spent the weekend worked up following the shit Dylan had thrown my way last week that he calledguidance.
Now this.
I hated that he’d gone through all my work from last year and practically ripped into it. The whole of last week was spent just doing that, and he really did make his recommendations.For everything.
He’d ripped it all apart, and now he wanted to reconstruct the plans I had for the next three events. Those were all to do with the upcoming football season. All set to take place starting from the week before the playoffs and in the lead up to Christmas.
We usually put on a masquerade summer ball and a winter-themed Christmas ball. Then there was a fundraiser. Those events were the highlight of my year. Those events were the core of my job, and I’d started making all the arrangements a year in advance.
Now he was talking about restructuring it.
I’d sat down and read through his proposal, and when I was finished, tears stung the backs of my eyes. Apart from the location, the man wanted to change everything.
He wanted to change everything, and the whole document had this patronizing feel to it.
