Kerrigan ended her day as she ended all days, returning to her quarter’s outside the Hall of Abraxas, in the chambers of the Kendov. She knew Zadok had to have debated for months over giving her these suites, but in the end, he had little choice once Abraxas’s pendant was noticed around her neck. He had done his best to downplay it of course. He had claimed she was to be a sacrificial virgin to Abraxas as his new priestess after the earthquake. Zadok had a way of spinning everything to be degrading, making the tale about the earthquake as heroic for him as possible, and crediting her with saving Abraxas’s pendant. At least his tales gave her some well deserved lavish rooms. When she opened the doors, a solum face greeted her.
When morning broke, Kerrigan sat at her private desk in her room staring at notes from the previous day. ‘Any suggestions?’ she asked to the room. Silence gripped the chill air before Abasax allowed his power to thrum through the room. As his presence settled around her, she felt his mental brush against her mind. ‘It seems the flow of the world will hinge soon on Bayan Rail. Many of our company assets depend on this for their lifeblood. I did not get the impression that Benedict was in direct control of the line. Perhaps it is time we seek to fold it into dragon Corporation.’ Kerrigan was greeted at the entrance to Dragon Corporation by Natalie and handed her normal morning roster. “Today is not as busy, but you still have a full schedule. The drones from marketing want you to approve a new ad campaign for Pinon Province. I have a phone conference scheduled for you with a Mr. Nuri at Dreadnaught Law firm at 11. There is a women’s axillary conference at 12:30 that would like you to stop in. They promised to feed you lunch, and we earn a 20,000 dragon fee for you to show your face there.” “Am I expected to speak? You didn’t tell me I had to speak today!” Kerrigan said as they stepped into the elevator. Kerrigan sat behind her desk and glanced at a small metal counter with tiny numbers. Today it read 278. “Two more?” She asked Natalie, pointing to the counter. Natalie sighed as she flipped through her own papers. “Yeah, some disgruntled suiter was unhappy that you rejected his love and threatened to blow up the building… and I think the other one was the widow of one of the miners who died last year.” Kerrigan frowned, “I thought we took care of that?” When Natalie stepped out, Kerrigan whirred to face… she wanted to face Abraxas but found herself staring at her office wall. She turned her attention inward, frustration bubbling over, “What the hell was that?” she demanded aloud. The gentle brush against her mental walls attempted to sooth her, ‘Peace, Priya.’ “Don’t call me that. Right now I am not anyone’s beloved, you long dead lizard.” Natalie returned with a steaming cup of apple cider with cinnamon. “The kitchen was out of tea, but I thought you might like some of this. The cook said it was fresh in from the orchards.” “Bless you, Natalie,” Kerrigan cuddled the mug and let the warmth revive her spirit. “Natalie, we have out work cut out for us. How is that report coming on Bayan Rail line and on all of the Jinstain businesses?” Natalie looked surprised at Kerrigan’s renewed vigor but responded quickly, “I will have it ready this afteRejected Billionaire 83: Flowers for Katie
Rejected Billionaire 84: A chat with Mr. Nuri
Rejected Billionaire 85: How rich is the Queen of Dragons?
Rejected Billionaire 86: Car designs
When Kerrigan got back to Dragon Corporation, Natalie was waiting in her office with a thick packet of papers. “I have the Jinstain report ready, ma’am.” Kerrigan reached for the folder absently but paused when she noticed the nervous look on Natalie’s face. “What is it, Natalie?” “Miss, I am getting reports that the Benedict group has started making moves to counter some of our latest projects. Things they should not even be aware of yet.” Conor felt that business was going well this winter. The new year had dawned in Jinstain with Cara and Peter surprising him at his new place. They had burst through the door, with Parker following slowly behind. Cara had rushed at him and jumped into his arms, wrapping him in a huge hug. “Conor! Happy New Year! We missed you!” “I can tell!” he said, giving Cara a spin before setting her down. “How were your travels?” Later that week, Mr. Nuri called Conor, “Sir are you in the office?” “Yes, what’s up?” “If you don’t mind, I will be over shortly.” “Sure, door is open.” Rejected Billionaire 88: Happy reunions
Rejected Billionaire 89: Orders from Dovajun