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 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
Targu Province – Kerrigan Kerrigan Lokir finished up the last of her day and was heading to the door with Natalie. It had been a long week and she was ready for the break the weekend would provide. She just had one last dinner meeting tonight and a short schedule tomorrow to survive and then she could relax some. Two of her sales VP’s were waiting to take them to dinner tonight to discuss the spring marketing plans, when Kelan Benedict stepped off the elevator with a bouquet of flowers. Kerrigan groaned
Kerrigan was pleased that Kelan had the good sense to take her to Velyki’s finest diner and her favorite place for steak, the Emerald Bison. She had earned her reputation as the dragoness not only at the negotiation table but also before a steak. “I see you did your homework” “Katie was treated well to several meals, outings, and fine jewelry before she even considered giving up such a trade secret. You should be proud you have such loyal staff.” Kelan said seriously.<
Kelan wiped the red droplets off his face. “That was a very expensive suit,” he muttered to himself.He glanced around at the stunned faces of the other guests, his eyes narrowing. “What are you looking at? Get back to eating!” he barked, his voice laced with venom.“And if I see this in a single news article or online, I’ll make sure to track each and every one of you down! Don’t cross the Benedict family, or you’ll be at the bottom of our mines by tomorrow!”The guests quickly averted their gazes, the sound of cutlery awkwardly resuming as they tried to pretend they hadn’t just witnessed the scene. One of Kelan’s cronies rushed over with a towel, nervously dabbing at the red stains on Kelan’s suit.Kelan smacked him across the face. “Off, man. Can’t you see it’s ruined? Just have the tailor send me a new one. No point wasting energy on this one.”The crony hesitated, still holding the towel, unsure whether to continue or retreat. “And what of the girl?” he ventured cautiously. “Shall