himself, and I had a good
idea of why that was the case.
From what Lexi had revealed to
me, Mr Logan had been the stumbling block in the way of her and Kyle
getting together. He'd ruled with an iron fist, or so she said, and
Alice probably hated him for it.
The rule had been passed to
Crash, and now he was the one causing them problems. He looked to be
carrying on in his fathers stead, keeping Kyle working at the strip
club, not giving their relationship his blessing.
For Alice, the eldest males in
the Logan clan had always been a thorn in her side. Kyle was next in
line and, the way she spoke, if Crash died I doubt she'd shed a tear.
In fact, she'd probably welcome
it.
Chapter 13 - Crash
Crash
The office I stood in wasn't the
type I was used to. It wasn't the sort of building I was used to. It
wasn't the sort of business I was used to.
The man standing ahead of me,
however, was the sort of man I had dealt with many times before. He
was a very rich man, the sort of man my father had done business with
often. Over the last few years I'd often be at his side as he groomed
me to be his successor.
I never expected to take up the
mantle so soon.
I'd also seen men like this at
my casino. Men like him turned up often for high-roller games: poker
and roulette and blackjack on private tables away from the main
casino floor. The pots at those games would often run into the
millions, and were a big moneymaker for us.
But the situation I found myself
in now was entirely new to me. I never expected to be in a position
like this at only 27 years old. That fact alone had made it hard for
me to convince the investors to move forwards with my plan.
But move forward they did.
The office I stood in was huge
and grand. Too much space and barely anything to fill it. There was
an area of comfortable chairs and a coffee table to one side of the
door as I entered. Ahead of me, a good 15 meters of open space from
the door, was a large wooden desk, a man sitting behind it, cigar
clenched between his teeth.
Behind him the city loomed, seen
through wide windows. We were right in the center, right at the top
of the highest building in town, the world at our feet. It was far
removed from the city streets, a place closer to where I conducted my
business. But I wanted to move higher, up into the stratosphere. And
the man sitting in front of me would help me do it.
I'd met with this same man, and
others, about a week ago. It had been the most important meeting of
my life, a chance for me to take the world by the balls and make my
mark. My age and inexperience stood against me, but my passion and
desire and ambition for success saw me through.
At least, that's what I was
told.
Now I stood in front of this
man, his expression bland and emotionless. His name was Walter
Lithgow, and he held my future in his hands.
“ Sit down please Mr Logan,”
he said as I walked in through the office towards his overly grand
desk.
I sat, a suspicion growing
inside of me. His face was more stark than it had been the week
before. He'd smiled and told me they were happy to move forward with
my proposal that day, happy to work with me to create a casino to
rival those in Vegas. It had been one of the most gratifying moments
of my life, my hard work rewarded.
But now. now he'd called me in
once again, and I knew something was up. His face was lost of its
smile, his eyes no longer bright. A feeling of dread settled in me, a
feeling that my great opportunity might be about to be snatched away.
“ I have some bad news Mr
Logan.”
Fuck.
“ I'm afraid we have talked
further about your proposal and have decided, on second thought, to
move in another direction.”
I clenched tight at the arms of
my chair, my fingers digging into the leather.
“ I understand that this is a
major blow for you, but please be assured that we will consider
working with you again in the future should our paths cross once
more.”
The fucking shit. This was it.
This was my one
idea of why that was the case.
From what Lexi had revealed to
me, Mr Logan had been the stumbling block in the way of her and Kyle
getting together. He'd ruled with an iron fist, or so she said, and
Alice probably hated him for it.
The rule had been passed to
Crash, and now he was the one causing them problems. He looked to be
carrying on in his fathers stead, keeping Kyle working at the strip
club, not giving their relationship his blessing.
For Alice, the eldest males in
the Logan clan had always been a thorn in her side. Kyle was next in
line and, the way she spoke, if Crash died I doubt she'd shed a tear.
In fact, she'd probably welcome
it.
Chapter 13 - Crash
Crash
The office I stood in wasn't the
type I was used to. It wasn't the sort of building I was used to. It
wasn't the sort of business I was used to.
The man standing ahead of me,
however, was the sort of man I had dealt with many times before. He
was a very rich man, the sort of man my father had done business with
often. Over the last few years I'd often be at his side as he groomed
me to be his successor.
I never expected to take up the
mantle so soon.
I'd also seen men like this at
my casino. Men like him turned up often for high-roller games: poker
and roulette and blackjack on private tables away from the main
casino floor. The pots at those games would often run into the
millions, and were a big moneymaker for us.
But the situation I found myself
in now was entirely new to me. I never expected to be in a position
like this at only 27 years old. That fact alone had made it hard for
me to convince the investors to move forwards with my plan.
But move forward they did.
The office I stood in was huge
and grand. Too much space and barely anything to fill it. There was
an area of comfortable chairs and a coffee table to one side of the
door as I entered. Ahead of me, a good 15 meters of open space from
the door, was a large wooden desk, a man sitting behind it, cigar
clenched between his teeth.
Behind him the city loomed, seen
through wide windows. We were right in the center, right at the top
of the highest building in town, the world at our feet. It was far
removed from the city streets, a place closer to where I conducted my
business. But I wanted to move higher, up into the stratosphere. And
the man sitting in front of me would help me do it.
I'd met with this same man, and
others, about a week ago. It had been the most important meeting of
my life, a chance for me to take the world by the balls and make my
mark. My age and inexperience stood against me, but my passion and
desire and ambition for success saw me through.
At least, that's what I was
told.
Now I stood in front of this
man, his expression bland and emotionless. His name was Walter
Lithgow, and he held my future in his hands.
“ Sit down please Mr Logan,”
he said as I walked in through the office towards his overly grand
desk.
I sat, a suspicion growing
inside of me. His face was more stark than it had been the week
before. He'd smiled and told me they were happy to move forward with
my proposal that day, happy to work with me to create a casino to
rival those in Vegas. It had been one of the most gratifying moments
of my life, my hard work rewarded.
But now. now he'd called me in
once again, and I knew something was up. His face was lost of its
smile, his eyes no longer bright. A feeling of dread settled in me, a
feeling that my great opportunity might be about to be snatched away.
“ I have some bad news Mr
Logan.”
Fuck.
“ I'm afraid we have talked
further about your proposal and have decided, on second thought, to
move in another direction.”
I clenched tight at the arms of
my chair, my fingers digging into the leather.
“ I understand that this is a
major blow for you, but please be assured that we will consider
working with you again in the future should our paths cross once
more.”
The fucking shit. This was it.
This was my one
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