The Girl CEO

5.

Ricky peered out the window, eyeing the rain droplets that were splattering on the kitchen window. She crouched down on a wooden chair, watching like a crow in pink ice-cream pajamas.

"Dating Maverick," Evette scoffed, glancing at Ricky. She didn't respond. "Can you believe that?" She tried again, looking away from her computer. Evette's attention diverted to her ringing phone, flipping it open.

"Evette Cradwell, what do you want?" Her steady voice drawing no true emotion. Ricky's depressive state making her avoid fruitless pleasantries.

"It's your father." The monotone voice informed, no hint of emotion in his voice. Evette racked her brain as to what she should say to that. Another 'Hello' wouldn't seem to suffice and this must be an important matter, otherwise he wouldn't of called.

"What is it?" Evette found herself leaving the room, away from Ricky.

He took a small breath. "My father must've informed you of the sales issue?" He walked along the racks of suits he had been storing, trailing his pinky finger on his new selection.

"I'm the CEO, I don't need my grandfather to inform me of anything of which I already don't know," her eyes narrowed slightly at the suspicious call. "Sales haven't gone down by that much, despite what I know or not." She wondered, taking a seat at the edge of her bed in an elegant manner.

He chuckled humorlessly, "Not yet," Evette allowed her brain to wander to the idea of going bankrupt. Wealth being ripped away from her, simultaneous to the shame her father would feel for her, her grandfather, even. This company has only stayed in the family, never on the brink of bankruptcy, and she began to wonder what it would look like. The first woman to have control over Cradwell Corp., baring the weight of a downfall that would ripple throughout her company, her family and herself.

Evette would be more than a witch, after her employee's jobs were ripped away from them. She knew who they would blame, too well.

"Action plan - " Evette began, drawing away from her thoughts.

"Power plan." He corrected, taking off his blazer. "We need to bring Maverick and his company down, before they do the same to us." He slipped his arms through the blazer, examining his stomach in disinterest.

"Sabotage?" Evette managed to not gasp or show any signs of disbelief. "That could lead.." The thought made her swallow thickly, "..to the destruction of our company. If something goes wrong, if the press find out, if Maverick finds out..there's too many ways for your..plan, to go wrong. It's too risky."

"You lack belief in me, Evette." He sighed, though he had doubt in her as well, "You," he began. "You manipulate him, befriend him, seduce him - whatever it takes."

"For what? What'll that do but give me a terrible headache?" Evette crossed her ankles, lowering her back to her bed.

"A headache is a fine payment for the agony our destruction of his company will cause." He hummed under his breath as a sign of excitement. "Imagine the information you could gather, Evette. Maverick is a bright man, though his legs tend to go weak from the sight of a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, you'll have to use the intelligence I have given you, in order to be of any interest to him."

Evette began to feel dizzy, thankful she was laying down. She wanted to protest, to not rely on sabotaging another company for the success of her own, and still, all the while, impress her father.

"How?"

"Figure it out. Go through his files, phone, even his brain. Get any, and all, information that you can gather. That's your only task, afterwards, you just tell me about your discoveries. Then, I deal with it how I see fit." He smirked sardonically.