Antitrust (Completed)

Part 1: The Intro

             This is my first story on here so PLEASE try to read with an open mind. I know nothing about office romances or investment banking so this is a complete shot in the dark, but I have this idealized vision that this is how romance works in the business world... Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

           It all began when he came to my downtown office. It was bright and sunny that day. The golden rays of the sun shined against the glass windows of high-rise apartment buildings along Lake Ontario. There were the usual ferries going back and forth from Toronto Island, tourists trying to get up the CN Tower, and plenty of dapper businessmen walking into the Manulife Center. Nothing out of the ordinary.

                He was one of those dapper businessmen. After I let my secretary let him in, he sauntered into my corner office with an elegant stride, carrying a blue file and fiddling with his French cuffs as he did so. He had a determined yet flirtatious smirk on his face, and his Dolce & Gabbana suit fit him perfectly. After years of traipsing up and down the aisles of Holt Renfrew, I knew exactly what to expect from a man who wore D&G. The man was clearly in his late twenties, very happy with himself, and had a gigantic ego. He probably had some business deal that he believed would completely win me over.

                “Hello and you must be Alisha” he said. His coquettish yet understated smile was slowly melting me.

                “Ah yes, Mr…?”

                “Jay is fine.”

                Holy shit.

                “So you’re the new hotshot that’s here about the Miller deal?” I quickly managed. I noticed his shoes were Italian leather and he wore a five thousand dollar Rolex on his left wrist. This man had impeccable taste, and he seemed to notice mine as well, as his eyes kept going up and down my body. Incredibly obvious. “Pearson over at your firm keeps telling me to look out for the newcomers” I chuckled.

                “Yes, Miller believes if he acquires another five hundred bonds by the end of February, he’ll be able to fully save the company from tanking” Jay said, completely ignoring the stab I made at him.

                “I wish I could let you do that, but my client refuses to give Miller any more money. His liability on investing more in Miller’s firm is immensely higher.”

                Jay looked amused for a second. He cocked his head slightly to the side and seemed to ponder. There was a dead silence in the room.

                “What if I told you that Miller is planning something so huge that he will return your client’s investments by March?”

                I almost choked. There was no way an old man like Miller could do anything at this point to save his failing company, and my client, Tanner, was certainly not going to give Miller a penny more.

                “Talk to him” Jay said, in the most suave way possible. His gaze right after was practically hypnotizing.

                “I’ll see what I can do” I whispered reluctantly.

                “Great!” he uttered, and then raised his eyebrows at me. “We can discuss the results of your impending conversation with Tanner over drinks this evening.”

                I stood at my mahogany desk, transfixed. “Tell your secretary to fax me the location by six today, that is, if you have a secretary.”

                “I’ll find one” Jay said with a wink, and left the premises after slapping the blue file on my desk. I immediately slumped into my leather chair.

                “ESMERALDA! COFFEE. NOW.” Copious amounts of caffeine was the only thing that was going to calm my nerves enough for a meeting with Tanner.