Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I’m meeting Greer now to talk about selling Sweet Indulgence to Carden.” She crosses two fingers on her right hand. “Wish me luck. I need this sale to happen more than ever.”
I don’t ask why because that’s between her and her business partner.
“I’ll call you and Jameson later if I have good news.” She sighs. “I really hope I’ll have good news.”
I steal a parting glance at Greer. She’s studying her phone’s screen as she taps her chin.
“I’ll tell Greer you said hi,” Krista says.
“No.” I wave the thought away with a flick of my hand in the air. “That’s not necessary.”
She lets out a string of short giggles. “You’re right. You and Jameson aren’t her favorite people right now.”
I suspect Greer has no issues with my brother. I know for a fact, she doesn’t feel that way about me.
“It was good to see you, Holden.” She points to the door of the coffee shop. “Hopefully, this meeting will change all of our lives.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Greer
Krista and I have been circling the same subject for the past thirty minutes. I’ve countered every argument she’s made to sell Sweet Indulgence. I’ve been reviewing our financials, and with some tweaks I’m confident we can increase revenue. That would mean more money for Krista each month, and she wouldn’t have to do anything to earn a dime of it.
I explained that all to her, but she’s not on board.
A lump sum equivalent to her half of what Carden is offering us is the only thing that will make her happy at this point.
Even if we agreed to void the clause in our contract that states she can’t sell her shares unless I sell mine, I don’t have the money I’d need to buy her portion outright. My parents gave me a very generous down payment for my townhouse as a gift when my divorce was finalized. It came with a caveat. I can’t use any of the equity to dump money into the business. My dad was adamant about that. He doesn’t want me to end up with a failed business and no place to live.
Martha’s offer to help is still on the table. Bruce has chimed in that he would be all in, too, but I can’t risk their retirement nest egg to fuel my dreams. Besides, what they have offered would still leave me short by several hundred thousand dollars.
“Greer,” Krista says my name with exasperation edging her tone. “I know how you feel about this, but I’m not going to change my mind.”
She’s made that abundantly clear.
I’d tell her that I won’t either, but why state the obvious?
“Don’t you ever feel the pull to jump back into the marketing trenches?” Her eyes light up. “You loved your job. I bet Heather would hire you back in a heartbeat.”
My former boss has moved on to greener pastures. She’s no longer employed at the tech company I used to work for. Besides, that chapter of my life is behind me now. It’s closed.
“Carden will take Sweet Indulgence into its folds, Greer. It’ll become a treasured part of its empire.”
I almost bark out a laugh.
Holden Sheppard, his brother, and whoever else they have working at a high level with them will tear our company apart, bit by tiny bit, until all that’s left are unrecognizable shreds.
As soon as the ink is dry on a deal with Carden, Sweet Indulgence will cease to exist.
Emotions bubble inside of me at the thought of that, but I take a breath to steady myself.
“Did you look over the offer they made the day after we met with them, Greer?”
Nodding, I take a sip of my now cold coffee. “I did.”
“It’s very generous.” She glances at her tall glass of water. It’s untouched. “It would set me up in Los Angeles, and it would give you a financial cushion until you talk to Heather about going back to work for her.”
Again, I don’t correct her about Heather because going back to my old job is not an option for a myriad of reasons.
“I want to have an answer for Jameson and Holden by the end of next week.” She glances at the watch on her wrist. “I have a wedding cake tasting in a few minutes. I have to leave now if I hope to make that appointment.”
I’m the maid of honor, but an invitation to join her at the appointment isn’t there.
“You should go.” I get up from my chair.
She does the same, grabbing her purse from the table as she does. “I love you, Greer.”
I manage a small smile. “I love you, too.”
“Please don’t let this come between us,” she whispers as she pulls me in for a hug. “You’re like a sister to me.”
A single tear falls onto my cheek. “I feel the same way about you. I always will.”