The Lazy Life Of Raine

Broken Home (11)

The next day Mondy, Violet went back to Tate Inc and signed a new contact that was faxed over by her lawyer.  Her consulting fee had now increased to $12,000 an hour. Which equates to $240,000 for 20 hours a week, and 2.88 million for three months.  

Upon signing the contract, she was paid the $3,000 from the previous night’s consulting and was immediately put to work.  Her office was a desk that was brought in to be placed next to York’s desk, so they could work side by side. That first day, she was truly put to work and worked for 4 hours before suddenly getting up and packing her belongings.  

“Where are you going?  Work’s not done yet.” York said as he watched her pack up.  

“It’s 20 hours a week remember.  And I don’t "DO" over time. If you want me to stay, I won’t be here on other days.  Would you like me to stay for another 4 hours and not come into work on Friday?”

Raine had to bite her inner cheek to stop herself from smiling at him.  She watched the side of York’s jaw tick and his eyes squint in anger. She was getting under his skin and it was showing.

“Very well.”  York said through his teeth.  “You may go. But come back tomorrow at 10 AM.  There is an important meeting at 10:30 AM”

Raine snorted at York’s words.  

“Something funny?”  

“You forgot one of the clauses in our contract.”  

“What’s that?”  

“You’re not the boss of me.”  Violet reminded him. “I’ll come in when I want to come in.  Not at your beck and call. I’m a contracted freelance consultant, not your employee. See ya!”

Violet waved goodbye to York and left like a spring breeze.  His hands became tight fists and the room dropped 10 degrees colder, causing Dennis who witnessed the whole scene to stay even more still, hoping that York forgot about his presence.  

York then breathed out deeply, letting go of all of his pent up feelings and shook his shoulders.  He straightened up his back and went back to work as if nothing happened. Poor Dennis didn’t move until 10 minutes later when he could feel the energy in the air change and he quietly left without a word.  

The moment he closed York’s office door, he leaned against the door and sighed heavily as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.  Being the personal secretary of York Woods was not an easy job. He pulled out his phone and checked his bank account. He kept his eyes on the balance and hypnotized himself that working for York Woods was worth the pay he was receiving.  

The days passed by quickly, with Violet spending four hours a day at Tate Inc.  After a month of consulting, York slowly began to woo Violet, by taking her out to lunch and dinner.  At first they were “business lunch” and “business dinners”. However at the start of the second month, he no longer called them business related.  

It was just plain lunch and dinner.  Knowing what York was up to, Raine let him slowly win her over.  She could see how hard he was working to win her trust.

The words she said to him at Mizrah Harvest Restaurant, were taken seriously and he quickly cleaned up the vermin that buzzed around him.  The only vermin who stuck to him like glue was Carrie Merner, but it was only for the time beginning that she was still here. He needed more time to prepare to fully take over and take control of Tate Inc.  

Those employees that were loyal towards others that was not York, were quickly cleaned out within the first two weeks.  And Carrie had all of her supporting pillars in different departments fall down. Her projects that she wanted to develop were all in a standstill, which in turn caused her to lose investments and credibility.  

York had systematically fired all of her loyal contacts in the company, broken up her power structure, scared away anyone who was neutral, cut off any help she needed, while ruining her business credibility and reputation.  He was slowly cornering her, making it hard on her, in hopes that she quits.

All of this was because of Violet Tate.  Carrie thought as she stared at a picture of Violet that was on a magazine.  Her cover page photo was impeccable. Every strand of hair, the strong and confident gaze in her eyes and her beautiful features called out to everyone to like her.  

Violet was young, smart, beautiful, independent, and rich.  She was every girl’s role model and lived their dream life. She was everything that Carrie hated.  

Carrie picked up the phone and immediately called the phone number that was given to her by her father.  

“It’s me.”  Carrie said coldly as she drew X’s around Violet’s eyes.  “I have a job for you.”