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The Beautiful Satisfaction of Payback ...
Gregory Fairchild sits near the front of the room looking quite smug. He feels confident that his organization will be the one awarded the contract representing Yamamoto International. With his finger pressed gently on the neck of Andersson Industries and his thumb toying around with Yamamoto International—dominance of the World Trade Continuum should be just a matter of time.
Akira Haru and Victor Glass enter the room and all eyes are on them. There were several others vying for the coveted position but in actuality it comes down to the two strongest contenders. Victor begins the conversation.
“Yamamoto International deeply appreciates all of your very fine efforts as business negotiators to procure the position as Representative of International Affairs. However, there can only be one contract winner.” Gregory begins to sit very straight in his chair as if he is becoming the recipient of an Oscar Award. Victor sits and Haru stands at the head of the conference table.
“I would like to present the winners—Ralph Murdock and Ava Fairchild.” The room burst with a round of congratulations except from one obvious person near the head of the table.
“What ... what?” Gregory sputters. “I don’t understand?”
“No, I guess you wouldn’t.” Ava smiles in his direction.
“You can’t be serious, Mr. Akira. After all the private meetings and dinner—” Gregory stops in midsentence as everyone starts to stare open-mouth at his confessions.
“You are making a terrible mistake, Mr. Akira. I would have been the best choice as negotiator. I could have made things very easy for you. As having a controlling interest in Andersson Industries, your biggest competitor would have been under my authority.” Greg brags.
“When is the next board meeting?” Ava asks trying hard not to spoil it for Anton.
“If it’s any of your business it’s tomorrow morning.” An angry Greg retorts.
“Well, being a stockholder, I would think it would be my business.” Ava counters.
“You, a stockholder in Andersson Industries—don’t make me laugh.” Greg shrieks.
“No, not in Andersson Industries but one of its subsidiaries: Amalgamated Steelworks.” Ava is totally satisfied with the look on her ex-husband’s face. He slowly rises from his chair and approaches Ava.
“What did you say?”
“I said that I have shares in Andersson Amalgamated Steelworks.” Ava matches her ex-husbands angry stare. “In fact, I own 20 shares!”
“You scheming little hussy. How much did you have to give up before Anton sold you the outstanding shares?” Before anyone could stop Ava, her hand made contact with Gregory’s face almost knocking him off balance.
“You hit me! You actually hit me!” Gregory yells while Victor pushes the button for security.
“When your little gutter-based mind insinuated that I had to sleep with Anton Andersson in order to purchase stock—you’re lucky if I don’t file suit against you.” Ava bellows back as security quick respond to the summons.
“Please be so kind as to escort Mr. Fairchild off the property.” Haru orders and the two burly men do as they are told.
“Do you think it was wise to let Gregory know that you bought the stock?” Ralph questions.
“It’s not like he will be able to wrangle it away from her.” Victor comments.
“No, but I assumed that Anton wanted to break the news to him about it.” Ralph replies while examining Ava’s palm. “You hit him pretty hard.”
“So did he, Ralph. I don’t take kindly to anyone who thinks that I have to use sex and a leveling force to get what I want.” Ava says with a shaky voice.
“Let us try to calm down. I am sorry that things escalated to such an unprofessional level, Ava. I had no idea that Mr. Fairchild would be taking losing the contract so hard.” Haru apologizes.
“It’s not your fault, Haru. Ralph is right. I never should have said anything regarding my stocks.” Ava says regrettably. “I hope Anton will be alright.”
“You needn’t worry about Anton Andersson, Ava.” Victor begins. “From what I know of him—he is very capable of taking care of himself. The only reason he hasn’t already torn Greg Fairchild apart is because of his love for his sister.”
“Let us not turn this celebration into a pity-party. As the new negotiators, why don’t you wrangle the four of us into seats at my favorite restaurant.” Haru laughs and everyone joins as tensions melt.
Don’t Judge My Kindness ...
The next morning, Anton Andersson attends a special board meeting being held at The Landmark Mandarin Oriental Hong Kong. This has been prearranged by him and a few of the other board members. There are quite a few people who dislike the tactics of Gregory H. Fairchild IV.
Before the meeting commences, Greg approaches Anton.
“I want to know who gives you the right to sell your shares of stock to my ex-wife?” The look that Anton has on his face makes Greg immediately back off. “I mean—”
“I know exactly what you mean, Greg. Kindly sit down because we are about to start the meeting.” Anton orders and Greg finds himself a comfortable seat near the end of the booth not knowing what to make of the situation.
After a light breakfast, Anton decides to get right to business.
“Gentlemen, I have what I hope to be very enlightening news regarding the leadership of Andersson Industries.” Anton begins his oration.
“And what might that be?” Greg asks, thinking that nothing has changed regarding his wife’s connections with the organization.
“I have been graciously given the 10 outstanding shares of Andersson Industries and now have the controlling interest in our enterprise.” Anton announces and Greg almost chokes on his glass of juice.
“Controlling interest—impossible. Who would be shortsighted enough to buy 10 shares of stock and just hand them back?” Greg laughs nervously.
“Why Ava Fairchild, Greg. Your ex-wife is the one to do this.” Anton drops the bomb on him. “Also, she has done this and procured 20 shares of Amalgamated Steelworks.” Anton watches as Greg’s face turns bright red and veins on his neck protrude.
“You had no right to do that.” Greg shouts, feeling that his world is closing down around him. Evan Barksdale, one the Anton’s friends and trusted ally speaks up.
“Are you saying that Mr. Andersson had no right to sell or even give away what is his to whoever he deems creditable?”
“Are you having an affair with Ava?” Greg turns ugly and Anton becomes menacing.
“If we weren’t in this fabulous hotel Mr. Fairchild, I would bounce your ruddy head all over the place. Ms. Fairchild is a business associate. She assisted me in acquiring the shares that I needed to gain control of the organization that bears my name. She is a stockholder in one of my holding companies. Why don’t you go back to Fairchild Enterprises? Run things there. You are finished running things at Andersson Industries—unless you get in line.” Now Anton has a smirk on his face and Greg is feeling nauseous.
“Does Holly know anything about this?” Greg is still having problems coming to grips with how all his well-laid plans are slowly dissolving before his eyes.
“Yes, she knows all about it.” Anton recites calmly sitting back in his chair and trying to deflect attention away from his table.
“And she didn’t tell me?” Greg finds this incredible.
“You’ve been so busy building an empire that you didn’t notice that she was beginning to distance herself from you. She sees more of your daughter than you do.” Anton accuses.
“I see—then there is no need of me remaining at this table.” Greg begins to rise.
“Oh, by the way, Holly is back at the estate with dad. She only took the things that she already possessed before marrying you. You have hurt a lot of people, Gregory Horacio Fairchild IV. Like your father, I hope you can find a woman who can totally worship you and have no regard for anything else.” Greg walks toward the door without looking back.
To Be Continued ...
It Calls to Me: The Sea Conclusion
- It Calls to Me: The Sea Conclusion
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