LIE WITH ME (TEMPTANGELS #2) BY D.L. DARBY – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: D.L. Darby
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“You do realize you’re my only son, right, Tripp? I don’t want to hear
any crap when I name someone else as my successor.” My pops
berates me over the phone as I leave the St. Regis and head up 5th
toward Central Park.
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It’s getting dark out. The early winter chill seeps straight through my
jacket and into my bones like it’s trying to freeze me where I stand. Even
though I just had drinks with a potential client, and the alcohol still warms
my insides, an unpleasant shiver courses through my body, so I pick up my
pace to get my blood pumping. The office is only a few blocks away, and
I’ll get back faster on foot than catching a cab in traffic.
“Pops, you know I love you, but real estate development just isn’t my
calling. Besides, with Jackson running Tailor Industries now, I’m on my
way to becoming CFO. I love what I do. Plus, I get to bullshit with my
friends all day. I hate the guys that work for you, no offense.”
It’s always the same argument.
He wants me to take over Kennedy Contracting, but I’d rather keep my
job at my best friend’s conglomerate. His uncle hired me straight out of
Harvard, and I’ve worked my ass off for him ever since.
Sure, it’s sort of nepotism since Scott Tailor was like family before his
unfortunate death just half a year ago. But it doesn’t mean I don’t work just
as hard as anyone else at Tailor Industries.
“You’re spoiled, Tripp.” There’s no bite to his tone, as if he’s amused by
my decision to keep working hard instead of having a company wholly
handed to me.
Which, by the way, is the opposite of spoiled.
“Says the man who wants to give me a multi-million dollar company.
Listen, I just finished up a meeting at the King Cole Bar. I’m headed back
to work, but I’ll see you this weekend?”
The streets are crowded, everyone doing their last-minute Christmas
shopping before the holiday next week. Glittering decorations adorn the
buildings as I walk past, their garland swaying in the winter breeze. There’s
no one standing in line at a random food cart, so I grab a coffee, even
though it’s nearly five. Thursday nights are always late at the office, with
most of the bigwigs taking off early on Fridays to jet-set wherever they
spend their weekends.
Are there better coffee options at the office? Yes. But nothing beats the
strong, bitter, black sludge from the food carts on the street. It’s like
injecting caffeine straight into your bloodstream.
“Yeah, your mother is looking forward to seeing you. She keeps
complaining that you’re ignoring her calls.” There’s a shuffle of papers in
the background, and I hear his secretary tell him someone is there to see
him.
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