Limerence [2] - | J |

| Pretty Little Bird |

Hello my baby Sedulites.
This is a CHAPTER.
The amazing SweetFantasies helped me write the second half of this, because I suck at writing any form of smut LOL.
All credit goes to her-she gave an amazing idea and fit Ronnie and J perfectly in the scenario. She's the absolute best EVER.
Thank you my sweet, and for my readers...
grab a towel 😂
Love you all!

xo -A
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"I think we should cut the funding all together. It's just too much right now,Miss.Wayne. With the boys home and your wedding-"

"-my personal life has nothing to do with business. The hospital fund cannot and will not be trashed. We can take back in some sector. For example, how are our stocks on the liquor trade with Mr. Cobblepot? We can surely pull back on that, I'm quite sure."

I sat with my board this morning, trying to square away some financial busts Wayne Enterprise is going though. Nothing but a little bump in the road, nothing that I can't handle.

"Well,I think we should bring in Mr.Hill and see if we can work out a deal with the foreign exchange-" Marjorie says a bit frantically as I openly roll my eyes.

"That's unnecessary. Brent Hill has no reason to sit in on a meeting about our stock shares unless he's willing to talk about changes."

"If I may,Miss.Wayne," Bert, one of the oldest members on the board, tries to speak up.

"-I think it would be a good idea. Maybe to see what he could bring to the table. Maybe we don't have to withdraw as much as we're anticipating."

I shake my head , my leg beginning to shake at my anxiousness.

"Okay,Fine. Is he waiting?" I ask out loud, causing Emory to nod in the far corner of the room, rushing out as the rest of the board began to silently chatter.

It was quiet again as Brent Hill waltzed in, simultaneously closing his dapper navy suit jacket with a smolder of a smile. I faked a smile, sitting at the head of the table as I spoke to him.

"Welcome,Mr.Hill. Why don't you take a seat?"

He sits on the opposite end of the table as I stare at him down the line.

"We were just discussing the liquor stocks and trade, that in which is heavily supplied by you and your company. We would like to see if you had any input or possible plans that you could put on the table before we withdraw our position." I state, giving a fraudulent friendly face as I began to tap my pen on the stack of papers in front of me.

Brent smirked, leaning forward slightly as he looked at me straight on.

"What were you thinking of, Miss.Wayne?"

"I'm not sure,Mr.Hill. We were hoping you did, being that you are the owner and supplier of the product." I retort professionally, a bit of sarcasm evident in my tone as I held back a smirk.

The board members looked from me to Brent slowly, waiting for his answer on the edge of their seats.

"Wayne Enterprises can afford to drop my stock, but I'm wondering why it's such a hassle to do so...I'm not charity case,Miss.Wayne,"