so-called plan you’ve concocted is
Molly approved.”
“I have every
faith that she’d have approved if I’d shared it with her,” Devil returned
easily. Jeez, he’d managed to make Nick a fairly wealthy man in the past few
years by doling out his advice to the younger man. You’d think the bastard
would be more trusting now. Shrugging it off, Devil continued, “Sadly, I
didn’t have an opportunity to consult with her. All her time was consumed by your fiancé last night.”
“Oh, crap,”
Nick whined, rubbing his temples. “Does it look like I’m getting grey hair?”
he asked Grant worriedly. “It feels like it’s greying as we speak,” he
confided, toying with the still dark hair at his temples.
“Now, don’t
panic just yet,” Grant soothed calmly. “I’ve known Devil almost my whole life
and if I’m completely honest with you, his plans only go to shit about half the
time,” he consoled, patting Nick on the back.
Eyes wide
with alarm, Nick jerked in his seat. “Tell me you’re joking,” he pleaded with
Grant only to be met with amused laughter. “He is joking, right?” he
questioned Devil hastily.
“Nick, you’ve
worked with me for several years. You know I take calculated risks, but how
many times have you seen one of those risks not pay off in the long
run?”
Nick stared
at the man responsible for bringing him into the business world and mentoring
him. “Never,” he answered softly. “I’ve never seen you take a risk that
didn’t ultimately reward the investor.”
“Well, I’m
sure as hell not gonna start taking asinine chances now when I’ve got two of my
friends’ happiness on the line. Believe me, I know how high the stakes are.
If I make an error, I may never get Armando out of my house, man. That’s clearly
enough of a threat to make me assess the components of this deal very fuckin’
carefully.” Devil assured him. Relieved when he noted Nick slowly relaxing,
Devil leaned forward and braced his elbows against the table. “You ready to
hear the strategy I’ve developed for dealing with this clusterfuck?”
Taking a deep
breath, Nick nodded. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’d never do anything to
make this worse. I want Armando back and whatever it takes, I’m gonna make it
happen. What’s your plan? Where do we start?”
“Oh, this
plan is already in motion, my friend. It’s been rolling since you stepped off
our company jet this morning,” Devil explained, rubbing his hands together
gleefully. He was rather proud of himself. He’d examined Nick’s plight from
every angle and decided that there was only one route to take.
Startled and
beyond confused, Nick’s eyebrows furrowed as he leaned toward Devil. “What do
you mean? Are you planning on hijacking Mannie and myself to a desert island
until he listens to me?”
“You wish,”
Grant grunted, rolling his eyes.
“Better,”
Devil declared with a sly smirk. “I’m flying your parents here so that Mannie
can see, firsthand, why you tried to shield him from your dumbass family. Once
he sees what you were forced to live with, there’s no way in Hell that man
stays angry. Hell, you’ll be getting a sympathy bang before the clock strikes
midnight!”
“Oh, my God,”
Nick gasped, clutching his chest as he began to hyperventilate. “You didn’t!”
he wheezed as Grant shoved his head between his knees and demanded him to
breathe.
“I most
certainly did. The plane from Boston will land at approximately seven this
evening and the limo will deliver them to a very nice hotel. In the morning,
we’ll all meet and you can work this shit out. That still gives us a firm six
days to fix this shit,” Devil declared, unfazed by the quasi coronary his
vice-president of mergers and acquisitions appeared to be having. “By God,
Enough is enough. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that other
poetic bullshit.
Molly approved.”
“I have every
faith that she’d have approved if I’d shared it with her,” Devil returned
easily. Jeez, he’d managed to make Nick a fairly wealthy man in the past few
years by doling out his advice to the younger man. You’d think the bastard
would be more trusting now. Shrugging it off, Devil continued, “Sadly, I
didn’t have an opportunity to consult with her. All her time was consumed by your fiancé last night.”
“Oh, crap,”
Nick whined, rubbing his temples. “Does it look like I’m getting grey hair?”
he asked Grant worriedly. “It feels like it’s greying as we speak,” he
confided, toying with the still dark hair at his temples.
“Now, don’t
panic just yet,” Grant soothed calmly. “I’ve known Devil almost my whole life
and if I’m completely honest with you, his plans only go to shit about half the
time,” he consoled, patting Nick on the back.
Eyes wide
with alarm, Nick jerked in his seat. “Tell me you’re joking,” he pleaded with
Grant only to be met with amused laughter. “He is joking, right?” he
questioned Devil hastily.
“Nick, you’ve
worked with me for several years. You know I take calculated risks, but how
many times have you seen one of those risks not pay off in the long
run?”
Nick stared
at the man responsible for bringing him into the business world and mentoring
him. “Never,” he answered softly. “I’ve never seen you take a risk that
didn’t ultimately reward the investor.”
“Well, I’m
sure as hell not gonna start taking asinine chances now when I’ve got two of my
friends’ happiness on the line. Believe me, I know how high the stakes are.
If I make an error, I may never get Armando out of my house, man. That’s clearly
enough of a threat to make me assess the components of this deal very fuckin’
carefully.” Devil assured him. Relieved when he noted Nick slowly relaxing,
Devil leaned forward and braced his elbows against the table. “You ready to
hear the strategy I’ve developed for dealing with this clusterfuck?”
Taking a deep
breath, Nick nodded. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’d never do anything to
make this worse. I want Armando back and whatever it takes, I’m gonna make it
happen. What’s your plan? Where do we start?”
“Oh, this
plan is already in motion, my friend. It’s been rolling since you stepped off
our company jet this morning,” Devil explained, rubbing his hands together
gleefully. He was rather proud of himself. He’d examined Nick’s plight from
every angle and decided that there was only one route to take.
Startled and
beyond confused, Nick’s eyebrows furrowed as he leaned toward Devil. “What do
you mean? Are you planning on hijacking Mannie and myself to a desert island
until he listens to me?”
“You wish,”
Grant grunted, rolling his eyes.
“Better,”
Devil declared with a sly smirk. “I’m flying your parents here so that Mannie
can see, firsthand, why you tried to shield him from your dumbass family. Once
he sees what you were forced to live with, there’s no way in Hell that man
stays angry. Hell, you’ll be getting a sympathy bang before the clock strikes
midnight!”
“Oh, my God,”
Nick gasped, clutching his chest as he began to hyperventilate. “You didn’t!”
he wheezed as Grant shoved his head between his knees and demanded him to
breathe.
“I most
certainly did. The plane from Boston will land at approximately seven this
evening and the limo will deliver them to a very nice hotel. In the morning,
we’ll all meet and you can work this shit out. That still gives us a firm six
days to fix this shit,” Devil declared, unfazed by the quasi coronary his
vice-president of mergers and acquisitions appeared to be having. “By God,
Enough is enough. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that other
poetic bullshit.
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