"Excuse me?" I panicked.

"A man named-"

"I KNOW WHO REID FUCKING WESTON IS!" I wanted to rip my hair out.

"I'm sorry sir-"

"When? When is he moving into his building?" I asked.

"This was last minute. I guess this had been planned for the past 6 months but tomorrow was the final date and your secretary finally decided to tell me." He mumbled.

"Tomorrow?" I scoffed.

"I'm sorry-"

"Could you do me a favor- call Mr. Weston. See if I could meet with him?" I rubbed my eyes.

"Yes, I'll get right on it."

"While your at it, fire Hallie." I grumbled and he hummed as he left.

I sat back, my chest tight, my stomach puddling in nerves.

When Reid's father, Logan retired, Reid moved to Cuba with the business.

I expected him to come back, but not in the same city as me.

I worked so hard to be on top. Too fucking hard to lose this.

This took me 20 years.

20.

"It's so nice to meet you, I'm so grateful-"

"Cut to the chase." Reid said, his voice low, hushed, like he never needed to speak loud to get what he wanted.

"Mr. Weston, I've been working for two decades to get where I am, I don't want to lose this." I shook, sitting in his new office, it was cold and his presence was cold.

I was terrified of not just him, but losing what I built for myself.

"Mmhm. What's that have to do with me?" He looked bored, suddenly I became self conscious that I was waisting his time.

"Is there anything I can do to-"

He laughed. Immediately he just laughed.

"A man like you has nothing to offer me. If anything you need hair plugs and a spa day to cure your heavy wrinkles. Tell me, Mr. Jameson, are you attentive to your family?" He leaned forward.

"Of course, I provide-"

"I'm not speaking money. I'm saying in general, are you a family man or a workaholic?" He asked.

"Well-"

"Workaholic, got it. Look there's literally nothing you have that I don't expect maybe a wife, children, and some grey hairs." He sat back once again.

"Can you not interrupt me?" I began getting pissed off.

"Fair, my fault." He smirked, like this was just a joke.

"This is everything to me, I have a daughter, I need money to help her get settled down. She's not a brat, she's stubborn. She refuses what I think is best for her and I believe she's around your age. I need to stay on top until she figures out her life." I sighed.

"That's your excuse?" He quirked a brow.

"You want me to pause my shit, to let your little girl figure out her life?" He questioned.

"Isn't Logan keen on marriage? Doesn't he want you to have a wife? She's 24 and-"

"24?" He asked.

"Yes!" I smiled, feeling hope.

"And would she be okay with this?" He asked.

"I'll talk to her-"

"Tonight. If it works, I'll co-sign you as an ally. You won't be #1 but you'll follow a close second with not your income and a percent of mine." He offered his hand and I was giddy.

"Done. I'll get you a response-"

"I don't want that. I want to meet her. If I approve and only if I approve, will you get this co-sign." He eyed me.

"Done." I took his hand and we shook.

"And by the way, I don't do slutty brats." He told me and I laughed.

"She's nothing of the sort. You'll see Mr. Weston." I skipped out of the meeting with pride.

Now I just need Tori to cooperate.