Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. We drop our shoulders, steel ourselves, and walk into the foyer. “When I ask you if you’re ready, you’re supposed to answer with, ‘I was born ready.’” We’re twenty minutes early-I wanted to get here first. She hasn’t left my side for the last five years her friendship is a gift, and I have no idea where I would be without her. Marley is my best friend, my confidante, and the hardest worker in our company. She’s so trendy that she’s actually edgy.
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I grin at my gorgeous friend her bright-red zany hair is short and punky, and her pink cat-eye glasses are in full splendor She’s wearing a red dress with a bright-yellow shirt underneath with red stockings and shoes. “Totally hard.” She punches her hand with her fist. Sensible clothes-I want him to take me seriously. I’m wearing a navy pantsuit with a cream silk blouse, closed-toe high-heeled patent pumps, and my pearl earrings. My dark hair is twisted up into a loose knot. I take out my compact and reapply my lipstick. “It should be-you thought of it.” We arrive at the restaurant and stop around the corner. “Don’t say an outright no-just keep him on ice in the background as an insurance policy.” “Stay calm don’t let him ruffle my feathers,” I reply.
“So remember the strategy,” she instructs me as we walk. Marley giggles and then falls straight back into her coaching. “Neutral ground.” She widens her eyes in jest.
“It’s probably all part of his grand plan.” She holds her hands up and does an air rainbow. He has a table booked at Bryant Park Grill.” Thursday morning, Marley and I power down the street on the way to our meeting. I hang up and go back to my report, wishing it were Friday and I didn’t have to worry about Anderson Media and the bills for a few days. Fancy Pants’s checkbook where the sun doesn’t shine.” “Good, mouth officially shut from here on out. “I’m just doing this to shut you up, you know?” Sadness rolls over me I hate that I’ve found myself in this position. You never know what he might offer,” Marley pleads. “Just listen to what he has to say-that’s all. He’s a rich, spoiled bastard with a reputation for being acutely intelligent, hard as nails, and conscience-free. Preying on weaknesses and getting paid millions of dollars a year for the privilege. Like a leech, he takes over companies when they’re at their lowest, tears them apart, and then, with his never-ending funds, turns them into huge successes. Tristan Miles: the head of acquisitions and the archenemy of every struggling company in the world. Miles Media and all of our competitors have been circling like wolves for months, watching and waiting for the perfect time to move in for the kill. We’re down to our last three hundred staff, having downscaled from the original six hundred. I know she’s right our company, Anderson Media, is struggling. I exhale heavily and drag my hand down my face.
And I know you don’t want to admit this, but we are in trouble, Claire. “My point is we paid the staff out of the overdraft this week. “Pretty soon, he’s going to stop calling.” “This is the third time he’s called this week.” “Hi, Tristan Miles is on line two for you,” Marley replies. I just need this conference to be over.īecause everybody knows that Tristan Miles always gets what he wants…and what he wants is me. He’s just a player in a hot suit, and I’m just a widow with three unruly sons. Still arrogant and infuriating-but this time, surprisingly charming and witty. Six months later, he was the guest speaker at a conference I attended in France. Turning him down was the highlight of my year. I would rather die than date a man like him-though I do have to admit it was good for the ego. In the shock of the century, he called me three days later and asked me on a date. He was powerful, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous, and I hated him with every cell in my body. I first met Tristan Miles at a meeting where he was trying to take over my late husband’s company. In bestselling author T L Swan’s second hot installment to the Miles High Club series, he’s sexy, rich, and her mortal enemy.