Heirs To The City: The Quartet

Chapter Forty Five

The following day I sat in the penthouse looking over Central Park while I watched Adrian talk to someone in Italian and for some reason his annoyance still sounded attractive to me even if it was likely making the other person on the phone want to cry, or would result in them going to have a cry.

"Non mi interessa, ho bisogno di quelle spedizioni qui, i soldi per il trasporto di quella flotta non sono in fase di negoziazione. E' definitivo, ci danno un milione per prendere le banchine per qualche ora, e io ne trasporto tre milioni per nave, abbiamo una flotta di cinquecento persone, e se dico che ho bisogno di tremila container su quelle navi allora ce ne saranno tremila su quelle fottute navi," Adrian demanded into the phone, and the other person must have complied almost immediately because he hummed and thanked the man before hanging up and turning back to me, his suit still effortlessly perfect even if he'd fussed over a piece of lint on the sleeve only fifteen minutes earlier.

"I don't like having to micromanage every little detail of the shipping process of material to the Middle East, I can promise you this company wasn't always this fucking hectic," he remarks before his phone pinged and he looked to it and silently read whatever it was on his screen while I sat with my laptop resting on my thighs.

"You also just started the company and had what did you say five years before then to organize everything going into it, since Winters Group Tower was planned to be completed when you graduated Thornbrook," I say and he nodded before he picked up his jacket before pulling it on at the same moment that Elijah walked into the penthouse and stopped near the steps into the living room.

"Mr. Winters the car is ready for you," he says and Adrian nods to him.

"Thank you Elijah, we're going to White Rock Construction first, I need to evaluate a major project, they're flying me in for an hour," he says before stopping next to me and leaning down to kiss me.

"Have a good day, Olivia, call or text me if you need anything," he says before I returned it and smiled up at him. The smell of vanilla and wood filled my nose and likely wouldn't leave for hours until I'd drowned myself in the work that I had to do here at the penthouse, I also had organized my entire day so that I'd be able to deal with it from home.

Adrian and Elijah then left the penthouse, and went off towards the garage level since Elijah didn't like the open curb situation, and Adrian often simply didn't fucking care, if someone wanted to try something against him, his motto was fuck around and find out how fast one's life could fall apart. He would also be doing that kind of work most of his career, or at least for the next few years since he had perfected the art of absorbing other companies assets and reach into his own, and under the WGI subsidiaries.

I on the other hand was here in our penthouse, and didn't like working from home. I got the same view I would get from my office and I even if I could get up and use my own bathroom, or get food from the kitchen I didn't feel as productive here as I would elsewhere. The library office also wasn't really the greatest place either since I'd be too distracted by all the books in all directions on the shelves.

I did try though. Going through emails, and the digital PDF files of all reports that I had to deal with. I was also forwarding anything that needed to be passed on to Adrian, or back to the Executive Directors. I had also heard my phone buzz a few times and when I flipped it over it was Taliya asking me to call her. I hadn't heard from her in a almost a month and a half, so her suddenly reappearing is surprising, though her file was well detailed including that she gained another hundred thousand followers in that time.

Putting the phone on the sofa next to me I watched the screen light up before the dial tone began. A few seconds later Taliya answered and her voice came through the phone.

"Hey, it's been a while," she says.

"It has, last we spoke you stormed out of my office, and to wherever it was that you'd gone," I say and I hear her swallow slightly harder then normal.

I'm not that intimidating.

"I was upset, sure but I'm passed that, I was immature and that's not fair to you. I'd like to apologize," she says.

"You just did," I say calmly, I was too intune with the business persona I had that conversations like this often were best left till after I was home. The problem this time was I was in business mode at home.

That's why I hated working at home most.

"In person I was hoping, you'd be open to that since we haven't seen one another for a while?" she asks and I think about it for a moment.

"Café Serafina fifteen minutes," I say before sending off the email on my screen and setting a remote ping to track my location so that no matter what my location would be tracked by the laptop.

I then went and pulled on non work clothing and put my hair into a ponytail as I tucked my sweater into the hem of my jeans and left down to the garage.

When the doors opened I unlocked my personal favourite vehicle out of those in this garage, though it may have been because it was my first car that I had such a deep rooted love for Porsche, that I took the 911 Speedster.

Driving away out of the garage I got to the corner of the ramp and sped off along the road to the end of the street before I turned once more and parked  after the next intersection along the curb beside the café. I then slid out of the car and locked the doors while looking around at the street I didn't have bodyguards for the moment which was also probably because they had orders to trail me though a black GLS was a pretty easy sight in New York since I'd learned to associate them to Adrian.

Walking into the cafe I found a seat and ordered a macchiato before I watched a few suited men enter but the ear beads that were almost unnoticeable told me they were security. I then saw a white McLaren park along the curb and Taliya with her ruby red hair and pale complexion strode into the cafe and found me in an instant. She also looked like she'd just come off of a fashion shoot with what I'd consider the cliche French girl look though I guessed it was a brand deal she had and she'd taken to showing off the clothing as part of it.

Taliya then sat down across from me and I just watched her as she picked something, clearly never having been to such a casual restaurant when I often came here with Kate to avoid attention.

"I'm sorry for how much of a bitch I was," she says and I almost laugh but the urge to not drown on coffee in a splattering mess outdoes that instinct.

"You're forgiven, spite never got anyone anything but trouble," I say.

"I can tell, twelve executives taken down because they were proven envious," she comments and I nod.

"Yes, they were. That's why it's best to move on from anything that causes envy. Or do something about it," I say and she smiles as if amused by the statement.

"I agree, that's why I'm here. I shouldn't be so envious. It's something I've been working on. Anyways how have you been?" the change in direction to our conversation wasn't unwanted, I would have cycled through questions and on the end I'd end up not having anything to say and she'd be embarrassed.

We then began to feather into standard conversation until an ease fell over us though I did know that security was watching us, and a black sloped vehicle wasn't too far away either no doubt containing my boyfriend who didn't trust anyone but never made such a clear show of it, not unless he saw it as needed and I began to wonder what about me leaving the penthouse was so worrisome that he'd left work.
   
   
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