letter, his look rose to hers. “Fine. Seems I have
little choice Miss Reid. However, I want this agreement in writing.
I will have my lawyers draft something up for this afternoon”
Relief swamped Joy, her shoulders drooping
as the tension and a long sigh left her body. The smile she gave
radiated from her, Carig stunned at the difference it made; how it
elevated her from his initial impression of being pretty, despite
his earlier brutal words, to beautiful. Scowling, he turned away.
No he would not think of her like that. This woman had played him
to get her still yet-unknown way, and nobody – least of all a small
slip of a girl from some backwater farm – did that to him. With
mouth set, he watched as she leapt to her feet, sliding a small
piece of paper across to him. “I put my cell phone number on here,
and look forward to hearing from your lawyers. The sooner we get
started the better” He leant forward picking up the paper, his mind
thoughtful. He would make her pay for this.
The rest of the day rolled by in a blur for
Joy, she only having time for a tea in a small coffee shop close to
the intimidating Calle building before her phone rang, the
officious lawyer requesting her presence in an hour. Sitting
sipping the much needed drink, her mind played over the events of
the meeting. Things had gone far smoother than she could possibly
have hoped for, her lips quirking at the memory of the anger in his
eyes. He was even more handsome up close than in the many pictures
she had seen of him on the internet. In most, he was accompanied to
special events by stunning blondes, another chuckle escaping her
lush lips. He did seem to like blondes, her fingers capturing a
lock of her own dark hair, lifting it, a rueful curl to her mouth.
No, she was certainly not his type.
From his black glossy hair, fashionably cut,
to his sensual mouth, he was stunning, another gurgle of laughter
rising within her. If he had not been born with a silver spoon in
his mouth and made head of the Calle Corporation, he could most
definitely have modelled for a living. Stirring the tea, she
frowned. It seemed good looks ran in men of his circle, anger once
more gnawing at her as she took another calming sip. Well, people
like him had to learn that they could not run over those with less
resources than themselves, certainly not those desperate.
Entering the offices of his legal team, she
was aware that all talk ended, Joy holding her head high to not let
them see the way her insides cringed. While the older lawyer might
have been surprised at the contents of the document he handed to
her, he said nothing, merely pointing to an area she could examine
it, then waiting as she took a seat to carefully read over the
words.
The contract was a perfect reflection of her
previous conversation and as she closed over the final sheet, the
lawyer stood, moving over to join her. Handing her a pen, he
questioned if all was in order, Joy nodding, giving the man a ghost
of a smile before adding her signature to the strong sure one
already there. With the signing done, the lawyer shook her hand,
Joy holding back the smile at his professionalism, before finally
able to make her way home.
Driving up the long narrow road leading to
her father’s old farm, she felt loss fill her. Parking outside the
familiar farmhouse, she stood leaning against her old beat-up car,
her eyes scanning the area, memories of the past filling her. Here
she had been taught by her father how to ride a bike, drive a car.
A tear rose to her eyes at the thought of losing the place. It was
the last link she had to the man who had died only seven months
earlier, the loss suddenly overwhelming as tears slid down her
face. Dashing them away, she stood rigidly. She could do this...
Her father would want her to do this. Her father would have done
what needed to be done to save Ricco and so would she.
The sound of the other car moving up the
dirt track mobilised her, she opening the old creaky
little choice Miss Reid. However, I want this agreement in writing.
I will have my lawyers draft something up for this afternoon”
Relief swamped Joy, her shoulders drooping
as the tension and a long sigh left her body. The smile she gave
radiated from her, Carig stunned at the difference it made; how it
elevated her from his initial impression of being pretty, despite
his earlier brutal words, to beautiful. Scowling, he turned away.
No he would not think of her like that. This woman had played him
to get her still yet-unknown way, and nobody – least of all a small
slip of a girl from some backwater farm – did that to him. With
mouth set, he watched as she leapt to her feet, sliding a small
piece of paper across to him. “I put my cell phone number on here,
and look forward to hearing from your lawyers. The sooner we get
started the better” He leant forward picking up the paper, his mind
thoughtful. He would make her pay for this.
The rest of the day rolled by in a blur for
Joy, she only having time for a tea in a small coffee shop close to
the intimidating Calle building before her phone rang, the
officious lawyer requesting her presence in an hour. Sitting
sipping the much needed drink, her mind played over the events of
the meeting. Things had gone far smoother than she could possibly
have hoped for, her lips quirking at the memory of the anger in his
eyes. He was even more handsome up close than in the many pictures
she had seen of him on the internet. In most, he was accompanied to
special events by stunning blondes, another chuckle escaping her
lush lips. He did seem to like blondes, her fingers capturing a
lock of her own dark hair, lifting it, a rueful curl to her mouth.
No, she was certainly not his type.
From his black glossy hair, fashionably cut,
to his sensual mouth, he was stunning, another gurgle of laughter
rising within her. If he had not been born with a silver spoon in
his mouth and made head of the Calle Corporation, he could most
definitely have modelled for a living. Stirring the tea, she
frowned. It seemed good looks ran in men of his circle, anger once
more gnawing at her as she took another calming sip. Well, people
like him had to learn that they could not run over those with less
resources than themselves, certainly not those desperate.
Entering the offices of his legal team, she
was aware that all talk ended, Joy holding her head high to not let
them see the way her insides cringed. While the older lawyer might
have been surprised at the contents of the document he handed to
her, he said nothing, merely pointing to an area she could examine
it, then waiting as she took a seat to carefully read over the
words.
The contract was a perfect reflection of her
previous conversation and as she closed over the final sheet, the
lawyer stood, moving over to join her. Handing her a pen, he
questioned if all was in order, Joy nodding, giving the man a ghost
of a smile before adding her signature to the strong sure one
already there. With the signing done, the lawyer shook her hand,
Joy holding back the smile at his professionalism, before finally
able to make her way home.
Driving up the long narrow road leading to
her father’s old farm, she felt loss fill her. Parking outside the
familiar farmhouse, she stood leaning against her old beat-up car,
her eyes scanning the area, memories of the past filling her. Here
she had been taught by her father how to ride a bike, drive a car.
A tear rose to her eyes at the thought of losing the place. It was
the last link she had to the man who had died only seven months
earlier, the loss suddenly overwhelming as tears slid down her
face. Dashing them away, she stood rigidly. She could do this...
Her father would want her to do this. Her father would have done
what needed to be done to save Ricco and so would she.
The sound of the other car moving up the
dirt track mobilised her, she opening the old creaky
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