Forever the Boss: Billionaire Romance ~ Hot and Steamy (Managing the Bosses Series Book 10) by Lexy Timms Page B
Authors: Lexy Timms
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seems more convenient just to pay you.”
“You don't seem like the lazy type to me,” Paul said. “But I'll take it.”
They fell silent, then, and the silence stretched itself out between them until it felt almost awkward, waiting for someone to say something. Alex could see that Paul was wondering if he should, or if Alex would if he waited just a little longer. Alex considered speaking, but wanted to see what Paul would do if left to his own devices.
“So,” he finally said, “I'm thinking that if you don't mind me being the one to make the call here, I have a few points that I think will at least serve as food for thought, even if I can't bring Mr. Blein back to the company right away.”
“If you can't bring him back now,” Alex answered, “he won't come back.”
The words weren't harsh, only matter-of-fact. Paul looked for a moment like he wasn't sure what he should say, but then nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “Of course you're right. I'll keep the food for thought aimed at the people who haven't decided whether or not they want to join the company in the first place.”
“Probably a better plan,” Alex agreed.
There was silence again, but this time Paul broke it before it had a chance to stretch uncomfortably. “I'm going to go make the call then, Mr. Reid.”
“Thank you, Paul. Let me know what the results were.”
The younger man returned to his own office, and Alex returned to the paperwork he'd been doing. Mr. Blein wasn't one of their biggest investors. If Paul lost him it wouldn't be a disaster, which was why Alex had given him the task, but he trusted that Paul would be more than adequate. If he didn't, he wouldn't have brought him back in the first place, let alone as senior advisor.
With luck, things would finish running their course soon. Most of those who were going to leave after Zander had already done so, and the few who were lingering wouldn't be lingering much longer. Soon, the incident would be more or less behind them. Alex was looking forward to it.
Chapter 14
Two Months Later
“What's the finish date looking like on this?”
The construction foreman glanced over at the half-finished restructuring of the ninth hole that Mark had pointed out. “We're looking at another two days, probably. Not anything more than that.”
There was nothing in the construction that obstructed guests from playing the hole; Mark had made sure this would be the case on anything that the team wasn't able to put together in a single night. He was sure that most of them weren't his biggest fans, after the restrictions he'd placed on them and the requests that he kept naming, but they were professionals and, so far, he hadn’t seen any sign of it.
“That's fine, then. After that you have what... The seventeenth hole and the landscaping on the east edge of the course?”
“There's not a lot there. Most of that’ll need to be handled by a landscaping crew, which you know. What we're going to be doing is altering the terrain a bit.”
“Of course,” Mark said. He did know. “As we discussed.”
“After that—” The foreman glanced down at his phone. “After that, we've just got the pool up by the clubhouse to do, and that’ll be pretty much it.”
That was a thought. The club had been under construction for more than three months straight, and Mark was sure that everyone else would be as glad as he was to see the finished product.
Of course, it also meant the tournament was coming up rapidly, and there was still so much to do for it. Still so much to do for the wedding as well. Some days it seemed like they were finally coming close to being finished, and others it felt like they’d hardly gotten anything done in comparison to how much they still had to do. Realistically, they had made progress, and they were closer to the finish line than the start, but the closer they got to that line the more Mark worried about something going wrong.
And he wasn't the only one who'd been
“You don't seem like the lazy type to me,” Paul said. “But I'll take it.”
They fell silent, then, and the silence stretched itself out between them until it felt almost awkward, waiting for someone to say something. Alex could see that Paul was wondering if he should, or if Alex would if he waited just a little longer. Alex considered speaking, but wanted to see what Paul would do if left to his own devices.
“So,” he finally said, “I'm thinking that if you don't mind me being the one to make the call here, I have a few points that I think will at least serve as food for thought, even if I can't bring Mr. Blein back to the company right away.”
“If you can't bring him back now,” Alex answered, “he won't come back.”
The words weren't harsh, only matter-of-fact. Paul looked for a moment like he wasn't sure what he should say, but then nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “Of course you're right. I'll keep the food for thought aimed at the people who haven't decided whether or not they want to join the company in the first place.”
“Probably a better plan,” Alex agreed.
There was silence again, but this time Paul broke it before it had a chance to stretch uncomfortably. “I'm going to go make the call then, Mr. Reid.”
“Thank you, Paul. Let me know what the results were.”
The younger man returned to his own office, and Alex returned to the paperwork he'd been doing. Mr. Blein wasn't one of their biggest investors. If Paul lost him it wouldn't be a disaster, which was why Alex had given him the task, but he trusted that Paul would be more than adequate. If he didn't, he wouldn't have brought him back in the first place, let alone as senior advisor.
With luck, things would finish running their course soon. Most of those who were going to leave after Zander had already done so, and the few who were lingering wouldn't be lingering much longer. Soon, the incident would be more or less behind them. Alex was looking forward to it.
Chapter 14
Two Months Later
“What's the finish date looking like on this?”
The construction foreman glanced over at the half-finished restructuring of the ninth hole that Mark had pointed out. “We're looking at another two days, probably. Not anything more than that.”
There was nothing in the construction that obstructed guests from playing the hole; Mark had made sure this would be the case on anything that the team wasn't able to put together in a single night. He was sure that most of them weren't his biggest fans, after the restrictions he'd placed on them and the requests that he kept naming, but they were professionals and, so far, he hadn’t seen any sign of it.
“That's fine, then. After that you have what... The seventeenth hole and the landscaping on the east edge of the course?”
“There's not a lot there. Most of that’ll need to be handled by a landscaping crew, which you know. What we're going to be doing is altering the terrain a bit.”
“Of course,” Mark said. He did know. “As we discussed.”
“After that—” The foreman glanced down at his phone. “After that, we've just got the pool up by the clubhouse to do, and that’ll be pretty much it.”
That was a thought. The club had been under construction for more than three months straight, and Mark was sure that everyone else would be as glad as he was to see the finished product.
Of course, it also meant the tournament was coming up rapidly, and there was still so much to do for it. Still so much to do for the wedding as well. Some days it seemed like they were finally coming close to being finished, and others it felt like they’d hardly gotten anything done in comparison to how much they still had to do. Realistically, they had made progress, and they were closer to the finish line than the start, but the closer they got to that line the more Mark worried about something going wrong.
And he wasn't the only one who'd been
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