Fallen For A Mafia Boss: The Story Of Michael And Zyan: Book 3

♡The BoardRoom♡

Michael's Point of View: 

"Brittany, prepare the conference room in an hour. I am having a meeting." I say to my assistant when I show up bright and early to work after the weekend rolled away into the start of a new week. Mondays usually annoy me, but not this Monday, not today.

I was excited about this meeting with Zyan. She is an excellent negotiator, and her sex appeal oozes with each minute I spend with her. Although, she is cutting me off at a 10% drawback than I initially wanted. I knew she was right; I needed this foundation as much as they needed me. I decided to find the 10% margin elsewhere.

I didn't want Zyan to think I was an asshole or a lazy businessman. If I really cared about my company and with my business prowess as well as my family connections. I should be able to cover anything for the company, both legal and illegal. Even though she doesn't know about the illegal part. I begin looking into alternative ways to cover the 10% drawback.

"Hello, Fillmore Global, Hunter Fillmore's office manager Corrine speaking?" I hear her say. I decided to give an old associate a call.

"Corrine, this is Michael Jackson. Connect me with Hunter." I say as I sit and look out at my city of angels.

"Are you scheduled for a call? Mr. Jackson?" She asked me a bit snarky. She could possibly be mad that I only fucked her and dumped her after our one night stand a year ago.

"Corrine, now you would know if I was scheduled or not as his office manager. Congratulations on the promotion now connect me, or next time I see Hunter at the club, I will tell him his office manager blocked him from a lucrative deal." I say to her, getting annoyed, shit I shouldn't have slept with half of L.A.

"Please hold with a ten-foot pole up your ass." Corrine says as she puts me on hold, and I smirked. I knew she couldn't stand me, even more because I know word has gotten out about me dating Zyan around town in the society pages. I have gotten half angry drunken voicemails from many women like Corrine who hate this fact. They took a photograph of us at Jermaine's wedding this past weekend.

"Michael." Hunter voice was not especially excited to hear me either.

"Hunter, I believe you and I need to discuss a new business deal that I am prepared to offer you." I say to him.

"Being what?"

"A birdie in town told me your company is hitting a rough patch in the next quarter unless you can find a new investor." I bring up the news that I overheard at the country club while I was working out this weekend.

"And who says I want to take you on as an investor?" He rebuttal, which is new for me, Hunter Fillmore never misses out on an opportunity to make money.

"Because no one else is interested. And I mean it, no one, especially with my level of capital being toss in the ring for interest. Now, I don't know where this venom is coming from, but I was prepared to become an investor and only asked for a 25% interest in the company. However, with the way this conversation is going, I think it should be more like 49%." I say to him.

"Jackson, you think you can buy and sell whoever you want in this town. You think you could use people and shrivel them dry until you have no use for them. Well, I don't care if the company folds, I will never sell to you or let you in." He says to me, hanging up. This got my blood boiling.

"Brittany, get me Chris now!" I ordered with tension in my voice.

"Right away, sir." She responds as I listen to the clock tick in my office. I watch the sun beam down on the latest patrons to cover the streets around my office building. Time seemed to tick away almost endlessly, and it was starting to piss me off until Chris walked into my office.