Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
My head spun. No. That made no fucking sense. I had been dealing with these guys for months. There had never once been a time where I thought that they were going to bail out of this. Not because of me certainly.
“They said that?” I said in disbelief.
“Yes,” my father ground out. “So, congratulations, Camden. We’re out a hundred million dollars with the loss of this deal. Do find a way to make that up.”
And then he hung up on me.
I stared down at the phone in shock. Then I hurled my scotch across the bar where the glass shattered against the wall. The nearest waitress flinched, but no one else even looked half-surprised. Did they know what had happened? Was I the last to know?
I was of half a mind to call up the guy I’d been working with in Ireland and find out what the fuck had happened. No, better yet, I’d fly my ass to Ireland and demand answers. No one bailed on a fucking hundred-million-dollar deal after jerking me around for months on end.
Fuck that.
With my fury barely contained, I stormed back down the stairs and toward the exit. The attendant retrieved my jacket. I snatched it out of her hand and dashed out the door. My driver waited nearby and whisked me back to Percy Tower.
I was a thundercloud as I took my private elevator up to the penthouse on the top of the tower. The only thing between me and the heavens was Club 360, one of the hottest elite clubs in Manhattan. I raced up the flight of stairs that led to my bedroom, my steps echoing in the empty house. I yanked out my suitcase and began to pile clothes inside it. I was nearly finished when I heard the downstairs elevator ding open.
“Camden?” Court called out from downstairs.
I snarled something unintelligible and zipped the suitcase closed. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Court peeked his head into the room. He took in the sight before him.
“Going somewhere?”
“Ireland,” I said, jerking the suitcase to standing.
“What for?”
“The deal fell through. I’m going to go fix it.”
“Oh,” he said. “That explains a lot. Someone at Height messaged me. You broke a glass?”
“They sent you to check on me?” I asked, my voice dangerously low.
“Well, one, you have a notoriously brutal temper. And two, they know we’re friends. I came to make sure that you weren’t going to do anything stupid,” Court said. He gestured to the suitcase. “Like that.”
“This is the only way to fix it.” I brushed past him and carried the suitcase down the flight of stairs.
Court followed behind me. Not stopping me, but not letting me go either. “Why don’t we back it up a few steps? Why did they back out of the deal? This was the one you were working on when we were in Puerto Rico?”
“Yes.”
Then I stopped in my tracks. It was the one that I’d been working on in Puerto Rico. The one that I’d been working on when my head was so full of Katherine that I let her blow me while I was in the middle of a conference call. “My father said they backed out because of me.”
“That sounds unlikely.”
“It does,” I said.
“Can we go have a fucking smoke and chill before making any rash decisions?” Court asked. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of joints.
Fuck, I could use a joint. Everything was just anger and madness and the desperate need to prove that I could make this right. But maybe I needed to stop for a minute. I had the private jet. I could take a red-eye when my head was a little clearer.
“Fine,” I said, snatching one out of his hand.
I left the suitcase in the middle of the foyer and strode into the recreation room. My pool table took up the center of the space along with a pool table opposite it. I sank into a large black leather chair and reached for a discarded metal lighter. I flipped the top open and lit the joint. Then I took a pull on it, letting the pot do its job.
Court took the lighter from me and lit his own, sitting opposite me. “So, what do you think is the real reason they pulled out?”
“My father said it was because of me. That I lost a hundred million dollars.”
“And you believe him?”
“No,” I snapped, “I don’t.”
“But it’s what he believes, which means the dick is going to punish you for it.”
I brought the joint back to my lips and sucked in deep. “Yep.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep,” I repeated. “The worst part is… he’s not wrong. I wasn’t in it a hundred percent.”
“I don’t believe that. The Camden Percy I know doesn’t do anything less than a hundred percent.”
“I was distracted. My focus was on Katherine,” I admitted. “My head wasn’t in the game. It was in her game. I slipped up.”