Silas Hale, the youngest billionaire and CEO of Hale Inc., has transformed his bleak childhood memories into a global empire of innovative, welcoming hotels. Known for his ruthless perfectionism, Silas's life changes when he hires Vivienne Onaïs as...
chapter nineteen | permanent residence Warning: might get a tinsie bit explicit.
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BAD CLIENTLE ON BOARD? - What Has Happened to RoyalCruises and Why Are The People Dissatisfied?
If I were capable of it, the headline would have brought the biggest smile on my face.
Like a bright, warm sun, Vivienne shared a broad enough grin for the both of us. She sat across from me to my left, her usual seat at the meeting table. Those glossy lips of hers glistened at the overhead lights. I was a mere fly drawn towards them.
Or rather I would have been if not for this meeting with my executive team.
My hand twitched. I was getting greedy. Already used to her face so close to mine. Fuck.
This needed to be fixed. Fast.
Her doe-eyes flickered to me. "Earth to Silas?"
I did not even notice the sudden silence. The people in the room all stared at me in confusion. Maybe even with a twinge of fear.
Realising, I cooled my face into a more relaxed state.
It must have worked because Julian resumed talking.
"The world is now seeing how good our service is and how Hale inc. elevated RoyalCruises. Check fucking mate, bitch."
Smiles cracked onto faces and Vivienne snorted out loud. It was not often Julian appeared in meetings, but it was clear my team loved when he did.
The vibe darkened severely with only me.
Not that I minded. Conferences were way shorter and to the point. No useless smalltalk.
"–which also means we are less in the red zone, especially with the show airing. Now may I introduce Ranahn Azimi!" Julian clicked further to the next slide. A middle-aged man appeared on the screen, tanned olive skinned and dark hair. The luxury brands he wore were quiet but spoke volumes.
"A Persian industrial heir with a fascination or weakness for romance and reality television has opened a private resort." Julian leaned against the screen. "Mind you, this is a hobby, that's how rich he is." He scoffed, shaking his head as if he got reminded of the calibre.
He then showed a wry smile. "But what does that tell us, class?"
He stayed quiet, genuinely waiting for an answer. I withheld my intense urge to roll my eyes the furthest they could go. Exhibit A.
"He is new to the industry we are knowledgeable in." Leona, my chief legal officer, spoke out.
"And we have Taming Silas." My financial officer, Brandon added.
The more they mentioned my ridiculous bachelor show, the more I felt like ending the meeting. It was like I entered some sick alternative reality.
I rubbed my temple at my team following along with Julian. Maybe firing them will wake them up?
