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Kerrigan stared blankly as Conor left, trying to process her own emotions. Conor had left in such a rush, that she had not even had the chance to get the words out she so wanted to say. She wanted to ask him to come with her. Perhaps if he was with her, not only would they be able to better solve Dragon Corporation’s issues, but she could avoid Kelan’s advances. She had to admit to herself that while those were all valid reasons, she really just wanted him with her. Kerrigan desperately hoped that the shock of her identity would not shake Conor up too much. After all, he had not minded that she was originally the head of Dragon Corporation, which to many was a lofty enough title to command serious respect, if not fear. He himself was Deinmaar to Celia, so that title had not bothered him either. “Miss Lokir, I hate to intrude, but you do have another meeting,” came miss Rose’s quiet voice from where she still sat next to Mr. Nuri. “Who?” she asked, not remembering what was supposed t
Kerrigan turned to Conor, “What do you think?” “I like him. and if we can use Harden for the residential projects I have planned and any other expansions then it would be a win-win. What do you think?” “I think 20% is low. The numbers I have seen, 40 million is a good ask on his part and is in line with their expenditures, but under Benedict terms 100% was controlled by the Benedict group, and Benedict projects were done at cost, zero profit,” Kerrigan explained. “I think it would be a deal for him if Golan took 60% in ownership, with an option for them to buy back 20%. Split the other 40% between Vokrizin and Dragon Corporation.” “This is very dependent on us being able to keep them busy with new projects,” Conor said. “True, but with a new building for Golan National, a new tower for Vokrizin, and residential projects, not to mention you could expand into hospitality with a hotel or two, and there would be plenty of work for them in the coming years,” Kerrigan said, the possibil
Reilynn stepped out of the house with Faolon at her side. Every evening she had taken to walking Faolan as part of her therapy. They strode around the sprawling property, heading for the creek that flowed through part of the estate. Each day she was closer to her old self, but she still enjoyed walking with Faolan. Kerrigan was safely in the house, and Evelynn and Gabriella were inside as well, so Reilynn could just be at peace here in this pocket of serene wilderness.The Gala had been a test in fortitude as she fought the pain of having that dress tug at her side, but on the whole, it had proven that she was well on the mend. It wouldn’t be long before she could return to active duty. She took in the evening sounds of birds chirping as they began to find their evening roost.To her displeasure, the sound of kids roughhousing with each other reached her over the natural sounds of dusk. While kids were fine, what alerted her was the fact the sound was coming from the creek, far into th
The next morning, Kerrigan was on the roof of Vokrizin training with Reilynn and Evelynn when Colonel Eli emerged. “I hear you ladies want to go to the community center?” Kerrigan stopped her bout and gave a respectful nod to the Colonel, “Yes sir, I actually need to talk to you about that. I have some plans that will require some of your men and their expertise.” Kerrigan quickly explained what she had in mind. Colonel Eli frowned, “You want my men to do what? Gymnastics with these kids?” Kerrigan stood open-mouthed as she tried to reply to her own words. “Well, I mean, I would like them to train them in how to do certain acrobatics…” she said lamely. The Colonel quirked an eyebrow. “It's for the opening Gala for Celia’s Blessing. Plus it would show the kids new uses for all their energy. Perhaps your men can be just an advisory role in how to be safe?” Kerrigan hedged. The Colonel let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “If the Deinmaar commands, I suppose I
Kerrigan groaned. Another decent meal ruined but crazy people. She pulled out some of Mr. Nuri’s cards and handed one to the staff person. “After Conor’s order is remade, I am sure our lawyer would like to hear all about this. Should this lovely human being wish to press charges she can first call Dreadnaught law firm and explain how she will be paying to replace Conor’s suit… How much was this suit?” She eyed Conor’s suit, knowing full well what it cost as she had been there that day when Mr. Dies had set it aside in favor of the color-matching set she wanted for the Gala. “Maybe 4000 dragons?” Conor winced, “This one was 5000. Mr. Dries is going to kill me himself if he finds out I let one of his custom suits get ruined like this.” The lady on the ground spluttered in indignation, “I knew you were living off her pocket change! Wait…” Her face went ghostly white. “Did you say that was a Dries suit? Zelgan Dries, the most famous tailor in Jinstain?” Kerrigan smirked, “Even if Conor
The Community center was alive with kids playing everywhere when they arrived. Jonathan came out to greet them. “Everyone got excited when the Colonel’s men started arriving a few minutes ago. They figured it meant you would not be far behind. Those that got to participate in the Gala have been telling the story to anyone who would listen. You two have brought new joy to them.” Kerrigan grinned, “Well they will be excited to know I have something new in mind for them. Actually, it might be something to keep this site viable after some remodeling.” “I am interested to hear what you have in mind,” Jonathan said, leading them inside his office. Kerrigan then set about explaining her plan. “For now, most of what we need is the main gym floor space, and a series of padded mats. That will be easy enough to bring in, and actually, the Colonel will be working on that this week. The rest just requires a commitment from the kids.” Jonathan sat back in his chair, pondering. “I assume they
The next day, Conor arrived early at Vokrizin. Kaylee had taken his suit to be cleaned, and he hoped the Karen woman would not make a fuss about it. After all, he had only asked for her to pay for it being cleaned. He was sure if he had wanted to be petty there were plenty of things he could have done to her. As he walked out of the elevator, Kaylee waved to him from her desk, “Mr. Brantley! Your suit is clean. The cleaner said it was simple enough, and while Mr. Dries may be displeased with you, it wouldn’t have any lasting damage.” “Thank you Kaylee for doing this for me.” “No problem! Oh, I have a few notes for you. Umm. Miss. Brooks called to say things are good in Targu, and she will be coming back in two months for the July quarterly reports meeting. Mr. Nuri is waiting for you in the executive conference room. I believe Andrew Harden is expected within the hour, but has not arrived yet. And the Colonel would like to talk to you later about something.” “You are a wonder, Kay
Kerrigan was nervous as she followed Conor into his office. She chided herself on that. After all, she was Kerrigan Lokir, President of Dragon Corporation. Conor was all-around kind and understanding, and so far, had done everything in his power to help and protect her. Yet here she was, jittery about being alone in his office with him, where that heated, passionate kiss had taken place less than a week ago. Her cheeks flushed at the memory. “What's going on?” Conor asked, his own nerves showing as he leaned back against his desk. Kerrigan chose to stand with her back against the door, instead of taking a seat. “As you know, The board is willing to let me come back to Dragon Corporation. The pretext is that they want me to fix what Kelan has broken, but If they really wanted that, they would have fired Kelan.” “Are you worried they are up to something else?” “They cannot fire me legally as Deinmaar, but a board of any other company likely could remove a sitting president. Dragon Co