again, I would never allow it.
Clearing my head of thoughts of Dyson, I managed to finish my work out and eat a huge bowl of Lucky Charms cereal before I climbed into the shower, ready to get my day started. I liked to get to the office early, outline my game plan for the day and kickback with a freshly brewed coffee in the lunchroom. I liked to wait for Dyson to stroll into the office late, as always. It was like my sickest obsession of the day, I had many where Dyson was concerned.
I had the perfect vantage point from my office, I could see not only the reception desk but Dyson’s office door where he stood talking with Clair most mornings before disappearing inside for the remainder of the day. The best part of today was going to be once it ended and the party began at Chances .
Instead of going directly to the reception desk for his morning gab with Clair, Dyson walked into the lunchroom and filled his mug with coffee, where I just so happened to be sitting with mine.
“Morning,” I said, watching as he turned with a smile.
“Morning,” he said, surprise written all over him.
That was all I got before he dashed off to his office and Clair followed close behind. Friday started off with a fizzle, much less exciting than I had hoped for. But I had the party to look forward to.
Passing Dyson’s office on the way to the Friday afternoon wrap-up meeting, I was tempted to stop and say hello. I didn’t even know why, so instead I dashed past.
As usual the meeting seemed never-ending. I had already thrown in my next week’s agenda, staking the board room time slots as mine for sales meetings with new clients. Sales always took priority. I could care less about the rest of the meeting, I chose to play Sudoku on my phone, all I wanted was for five o’clock to hurry up and get here.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Clayton whisper something into EJ’s ear. I watched as he nodded his head in agreement. The Brothers Grimm were scheming, I sat back, getting comfortable for the big reveal.
“I should mention before we wrap up for the day that Dyson has yet to marry, and I can’t see it happening anytime soon. So that you are aware, his partnership will dissolve as of the eighteenth. All business dealings will fall to myself, Clayton and Tobias. We have jointly agreed not to slot in a new partner. Dyson will be staying on as head of accounting but in a diminished capacity,” EJ told the group.
As usual the scowl on EJ’s face never disappeared, he didn’t look to be the least bit bothered that his little brother was being shoved out, nor did Clayton and Tobias for that matter. Resting my chin on my steepled fingers, I allowed my brow to knit together but held my tongue.
“Hmm…” I grumbled.
“Problem Harley?”
“Nope.”
“We don’t want things to be awkward, let’s try to remember that our grandfather wanted it this way. None of this is of our doing, we would rather keep things as is but it’s out of our hands.”
I cleared my throat and watched as the boardroom occupants turned to me. I wasn’t about to say anything, it wasn’t any of my business. I simply wasn’t pleased with the way these assholes were conducting matters in Dyson’s absence.
My pen was of more interest to me than listening to the Brothers Grimm trying to make it sound as if they were saints for allowing their misfit little brother to stay on with the company. It irritated me the way the three of them eyed each other before speaking. It was almost like watching a trader’s takedown. As I twirled my pen between my fingers, I waited to hear what Tobias had to say, noticing I wasn’t the only one as all eyes seemed to shift to him.
“What?” he said. “I have nothing to add, Dyson has until the seventeenth and it’s not the seventeenth yet. Not that some losers going to come along desperate enough to marry him on time. I don’t give a shit either way.”
“Nice,” I said, under my breath.
EJ eyed me before