Fated Series. Book #2
"Be possessive of me, own me, keep me, because if you do then nothing and no one else can." - Maddox.
My name is Maddox Vallero, and I'm dead.
Well, that's not quite true. I'm alive in the breathing, walking, talking sense-but...
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Sophia.
I extended the clipboard towards Maddox, again, as well as passing my favorite pen. Without even lifting his gaze from the laptop, he reached out and signed sloppily on the dotted line. "No more." he mumbled, "My fingers are going to fall off."
Rolling my eyes at his nonsense, I took the clipboard back and sighed, wondering if legal will even accept this or if I'll once again have to argue with them about whether it was Maddox who signed the paperwork or a preschooler. Yes, legal did in fact use that exact reference. And yes, I put them right back in their place. Still, I'm not blind to the fact that Maddox's signature does look a bit... messy. He complained the other week, telling me I needed to learn to forge his signature already. Little does he know I've had it down since day one. I chose to keep that fact to myself. It's not my fault I can copy signatures so well... someone had to sign my school paperwork, and considering my mother couldn't even hold a pen half the time due to how high she was, that someone ended up being me.
Quickly, I scanned the documents with my phone and emailed them to myself. To most, the keyboard tapping coming from Maddox's laptop would barely be audible over the discussion in the meeting we were currently attending. But I'm hyper focused on him. So, this close to him, the pressure in my core doesn't rest; I sense him, smell him, and feel every tiny movement he makes. It's distracting, infuriating, and yet erotic and religious because I've never been this drunk on a man. Never been this wired by each simple breath he takes, leaving me breathlessly sensitive to just his proximity. But here I am, absolutely losing my mind.
The meeting we're in is tediously boring because the only reason I'm here is to take notes, and well frankly, there's no reason for it considering neither of the men are going to take the deal. The only reason we are even having this meeting is out of courtesy. When a multi-millionaire CEO of a major marketing firm calls you, and begs for a meeting, you take it.
Vargas Corporation already invests in several major marketing firms, and I don't see a reason for another. Neither does Mateo or Maddox, which is why Maddox is hardly paying attention, and Mateo looks as if he's falling asleep while resting his chin on his giant fist. Eric, the said CEO hasn't gotten the memo, and was rambling with desperation in his voice that made no sense. His company was one of the most successful in New York, and its reputation even greater. Fair, honest, and highly valued. So, you can see why him begging for an investment is a bit suspicious.
After another ten minutes of him going on about the logistics of his company, Mateo finally cut him off. "Eric, can you be more specific to what it is you want from us? It sure as hell isn't money."
Eric's breath wavered; the anxiety in his expression causing him to lean away from the table. "You're right." he replied, clearing his throat, "I don't need your money. I need your reputation."
