Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Should we not wait for the rest of the shareholders?” Kristina smiles at me as she taps her finger on the table.
Gerald takes a deep exhale and looks bored AF and just wants this over with. They are the only three who we haven’t shared the news with. News I’m ready to share with them. News I hope shatters their whole fucking world. “I think we can start without them,” I state, looking over at Casey, who leans back in his chair. Cool, calm, and collected.
“Yes, let’s,” Casey says, smirking. “Knock them dead.”
“Well, I don’t want to drag this on, so let’s get to the point. Since your company is public, and Casey has been looking into purchasing stocks to become a majority shareholder in Laurier Lumber for a while now.” I look over at Casey, who just rocks back and forth. “I’ve met with several of the shareholders.” I put my hands on the table. “And your numbers are, well, how do I put it?” I look over at Casey. “Fictitious.” I look at the reaction of all three of them, the only one who isn’t surprised by this is the man at the head of the table. “You see, I’m really good at my job.”
“He’s lying,” Casey cuts in. “He’s the best at his job, even I’m somewhat impressed.”
“Thank you,” I tell him. “Now, as future shareholders of Laurier Lumber, I think it’s our right to see how much Mr. Laurier has, how do I put it?”
“I think it’s called embezzling.” Casey leans in like he’s going to tell me a secret, but the whole table can hear him. Kristina, who smiled at me before, now just looks at me with big eyes.
Gerald suddenly sits up in his chair, now paying very close attention.
“Excuse me?” Mr. Laurier says, sitting up in his chair.
“You’re excused,” I say to him as I open the folder I placed on the table when we walked in. I hand them each a sheet of paper with columns and numbers. I slide it to them, Mr. Laurier snapping it up in his hands. “As you can see, the three of you have been, well—” I look for words to say. “Having a field day with funds that were not yours.” I look over at Casey, whose face grimaces. “So, for the past couple of weeks, we’ve had the pleasure to show this to some of the shareholders.”
“Past couple of weeks?” Mr. Laurier says. “Are you saying you went behind my back?”
“I am, in fact,” I say, nodding, “saying that we went behind your back.”
“I’m not taking the praise for this,” Casey declares. “This was all Stefano. I’m just here because I knew someone.” He looks at me. “Go on.”
“This is bullshit.” Mr. Laurier slaps the table with his hand. “I want you out of this office now.”
I just stare at him while Casey laughs. “I don’t think so.” I laugh also. “You see, I sort of—” I move my head from side to side. “Kind of”—I snap my fingers—“am the majority shareholder.”
“That’s,” Mr. Laurier shouts, “that’s impossible!”
“But is it?” Casey asks him, then turns to me. “Go for it.”
“Mr. Laurier,” I say his name, “from my findings, you have been dipping your hand where it shouldn’t go.” I smirk. “But you aren’t the only one.” I look over at the other two. “You see your son, Gerald, has a hotel room that is booked four times a week with the company card.” I look at him, and his face goes white as I turn to him. “And I don’t think you are bringing clients there.” I don’t wait for him to say anything. “And, well, Kristina over here, she has a little bit of an issue that she needs help with.”
“Shut the fuck up,” she says, slapping her hand on the table.
“And, well, you.” I point at Mr. Laurier. “There are the family vacations. The hotel suites. The private jets are all paid for by the company.”
“I have an allowance.” He shoots to his feet as his chair flies back. “My father started this company.”
“He sure did,” I confirm. “And we aren’t even going to go into all that. Because if we went through all of it, your father would have been behind bars for the way he obtained some of his materials. But, in the end, I’m sure you will be handing it down to your kids.” I look at the two next to him.
“It’s a family tradition,” he states.
“You have just the two children, then?” I ask him, and he is about to answer me when the door opens and in comes the other person I hate.
“What is going on?” she asks, looking around at her husband and kids. “Why the hell did you summon me here?” I shake my head and look down. How the fuck did Addison come from these people? My hands bunch into fists on the table.