Leon had called home. ‘Don’t wait up. Give Jasmine a hug for me.’
Now he paced in the midnight office half-light. There was nothing for it this time. Sitting again he flicked to the last page of the merger contract, scratched his lip with the blunt end of his pen—a plain ballpoint, unworthy of the task—then signed.
By noon she’d have gone through everything. She’d own him. He wanted to swallow every breath that said it was the right thing to do—for his employees, their families, the investors who’d backed him.
He and Felicity could have been partners ten years before. He’d shown her his corporate plan, his products—a whole new model for the industry. Business and pleasure. When you’re fresh out of university and ready to take on the world it’s hard to tell the difference. But she teamed up with Dave Radley, the intellectual minnow in final year—but Dave had family money. They’d married and divorced since. And their company had grown on the back of Leon’s thinking.
On the way down in the lift he composed a text. ‘All water under the bridge now, Fee. We should seal the deal, L.’