Hostile Takeover

Chapter Twenty-Three

It was four in the afternoon before Gray stood from the head of the table in his conference room and finally shook hands with Harrison. It was the longest Monday of his life, but at least some of the tension in his head was gone, apart from the Quinn sized headache pounding at his brain.

"Everything okay?" Harrison was asking him.

"Yes, fine."

"I noticed you weren't your usual sharp self, today."

"I had a rough night."

"You are happy with the deal, right?"

"Very. You know how long I've wanted you back, Harrison."

He grinned. "So what was your ex-wife doing here earlier? Giving you grief."

"Ha! Quinn has always given me grief, its why I-" he stopped. He'd been about to say love her, but Harrison didn't need to know any of that.

"Are the two of you really separating?" Harrison asked and Gray frowned. Why was he so interested in his marriage? "Sorry, that was nosy of me," Harrison quickly amended. "How about a drink to celebrate?"

"Ordinarily I would, but I think I celebrated too early last night."

"Oh, I see. That's what you meant by a rough night."

"Feeling a bit sorry for myself today. How about Friday?"

"I would, but I've been invited to Celia Wright's election campaign. I donate to the party."

Gray stored this little bit of information away. He had a feeling that this was what Quinn's phone call was about this morning.

"Next week then."

"Sounds good. I'll be in touch," Harrison said and led the way toward the elevator, his team following. Gray was glad. He still had a lot of work to do. He spun toward Simon at his desk but Ronan was standing right behind him.

"Ronan," Gray said.

"Just thought you should know, your shares are back in the hands of our directors."

"Dylan went through with it?"

"It seems so."

With the way Gray's day was going, he wouldn't be at all surprised if Dylan had decided to go back on his word. "Do you think he's liquidating his assets?"

"I think that's exactly what he's doing," Ronan said.

Gray smiled. He could feel the end in sight.

"Simon, tell Curtis to have the car ready. I'm going to pay my brother a little visit," he said.

"Go get him, boss."

Gray couldn't help smiling a little. But by the time he'd arrived at his brother's head office, his smile was long gone to be replaced by a fierce look, the one he used whenever he was in a meeting. Curtis pulled the Jaguar into the parking bay right behind Dylan's Porsche Boxster so he knew his brother was there. Gray pulled the handle of his car door ready to step out but stopped dead in the action when he saw a familiar figure striding up to the front revolving doors of Holloway Enterprises. His gaze honed in on the figure as she cut briskly along the front footpath and up the stairs. There was no mistaking who it was, he'd recognise that arse anywhere because he'd seen it in the flesh.

Lina. This was exactly how Dylan had been acquiring his shares. As he watched her sidestep someone and disappear through the doors, he noticed there was something different about her, like she'd put on even more weight.