Bad Blood

3: Rya

King’

on of a textile factory, I walked out of my private elevator, heading towards my office. Conne

in the morning. Few urgent appointments intruded on my sc

e a strong coffee for me.” I ass

ections: my office, and cubicles for all junior assistants of Conner. Conner has been working for me since I joine

nt view of Chicago. My desk was opposite them, facing the seating arrangement and file shelf. The office was the simplest k

mother. I tried controlling my temper the same as the ocean, trying not to create tides in him. Taking a fil

monthly reports from all departments. Conner walked into the office, ho

sed me. Today, he had worn a suit jacket of some abstract composition inter

e land of the textile factory outside the city. It will st

ver it was, I liked that land. I had a meeting with the owner, but he

. A girl has a coffee mug in her hand. Conner approached her and gave me the mug. I was readi

with a contracted builder to build a factory on it. They at least prepare

ng over the file within a minute. He left, silently resting the file over the coffe

tation costs for the company which will be ultimately beneficial for a longer time. By hook

of businessmen with the purpose of their interest and their expected highest bids. That’s why

e of Conner before the door opened with a

hands. I wasn’t surprised by his entrance; his eyes were sparkling with undyi

ought that much energy from? When I didn’t react to him and buried my

He approached me and put the bottles over the coffee table, s

rn America and has grape fields in almost ten countries.

he wouldn’t be letting me read any more than this. He has

d visited one of his wineries. He was

yesterday.” He took a seat the opposite

soon.” I started looking at him,

that land. That’s why I am here.

I asked, narrowing my eye

That’s why I brought the first two bottles of newly made wine to celebrate

ffee, glancing at his injured hand. He faked his

it out.” My eyes widened in surprise, but realized he m

sted my hand just because I rested it over her shoulder.” He massaged his wr

e.” He glared at me and took the bottles again in h

tter than you. But Harrington, she was damn beautif

r you will come over for dinner but didn

uck up

younger sister and an apple of his eye. Everyone pa

ed our talk. Conner was standing th

ng with us?” He turned to look at Ethan, who was ready

egatively, and we walked out heading t