“I don’t know if we’ll be able to stop him. The company is calling, but the delivery might have already been made,” Michael said, a snarl evident in his voice. “Damn it, Roman, how could you have made such an amateur mistake?”
He wanted to point out that the plan had been formed with his father’s full awareness. If the son of a bitch was so smart, he should have offered some tips.
But he didn’t.
“Nothing to say for yourself?” Michael demanded.
“I have no explanation, no excuses,” Roman said. There was no point in trying to offer any explanations anyway. His father had never tolerated anything less than success. It had been that way his entire life. It wasn’t going to change at this late date.
A terse silence stretched out between them and finally, Michael said, “I don’t know what to think about this, Roman. You’re my favorite child—the one I’ve chosen to take over when I retire and yet you make a mistake like this. How am I supposed to react?”
“I can’t tell you that, sir,” he said stonily, staring at the wall.
He kept seeing Julianna’s smile as she turned, right before she walked away.It was fun.
Fun,he thought.
His family’s company might be at stake here and she thought it had beenfun.