Filthy Rich Bastard

by Evie Monroe

  “I thought I did, too.” I just wasn’t enough of an asshole to go through with it.

  I dragged a hand over the five o’clock shadow that had grown on my face. I never let it grow out, but shaving was the last damn thing on my mind. I had too much to do and way too little time to do it in.

  “What happened?” Henry asked, sinking into a couch in the corner of my office. His eyes didn’t leave mine when he reached over to punch a button on one of the three coffee machines in my office.

  The electric working of the machine and the smell of the dark roast that it dispensed was familiar. It calmed my racing mind. “I don’t know, Henry. When push came to shove, I just couldn’t go through with it.”

  “You’ve never been one to back down from either pushing or shoving.” It was a statement more than a question, but I heard what he left unsaid.

  “I know. That’s why I don’t know what went wrong.” I didn’t give him any more detail than that.

  “Okay.” He was smart enough to know it wasn’t the time to push me. “So where do we go from here?”

  “I’ve got today to wrap up anything that needs to be wrapped up, then I’m on the first flight out in the morning.” I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t believe I was saying those words to him. Nausea bubbled in my stomach.

  He paled. “Back to Santo Via Island so soon?”

  “Well, they’re not sending me on a relaxing retreat to a tropical island,” I snapped, then regretted my outburst almost immediately.

  Henry stayed quiet, letting me get a much-needed hold on the rage that was rising in me.

  “I understand, Hudson,” he said finally. “We’ll sort something out, okay?”

  A tiny glimmer of hope threatened to make an appearance. I wrestled it down violently. “No, Henry, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I don’t think we’re going to be able to sort this out.”

  “I’ll get Anderson on it first thing Monday morning,” he promised. “There has to be a way.”

  “If you’re waiting until Monday to get him on it, you know as well as I do it’s a long fucking shot.”

  “He’s out of town for the weekend,” Henry said, his vagueness rubbing me the wrong way.

  “What, he’s off fucking his mistress while we’re in crisis?”

  “I have no idea where he is, but let me remind you that you assured us you had this handled, Hudson. Can’t blame the man for not being available to you when you told him you didn’t need help and then fell off the face of the earth for a week.” His tone was matter of fact. It pissed me off to no end, even if I knew he was right.

  “Then what the fuck do we pay him for? If checking in with the office multiple times a day and running just about every meeting over Skype is your idea of falling off the face of the earth for a week, then this company is fucked.” My voice was a bitter snarl.

  He raised his hands in surrender. “I swear to you I’ll make sure that getting you home is Anderson’s first priority.”

  “Okay,” I conceded, knowing I was stuck in a corner I’d painted myself into. It killed me that there was nothing I could do about it. “In the meantime, take care of the business, Henry.”

  “I will be the best guardian I can be to our baby until you return.” It still baffled me that he referred to the company as our baby, but it also reassured me.

  “Thank you.” I finally calmed down enough to grab a clean mug and wait for the machine to produce fresh coffee. I breathed in the scent and enjoyed the burn on my palms as I grasped it.

  I felt like I deserved the pain as punishment for what I’d done to Mia and her family. I’d already instructed my pilot to have the jet ready for her on Sunday evening and had also arranged for a driver to collect her from her parents’ house, but I doubted it would mean much after everything I’d put them through.

  “That being said,” Henry’s voice drew me from my thoughts. “We need to discuss your role in BC for the immediate future.”

  My shoulders sagged as reality set in. “I know. I’ve already started making notes on each of my files to ensure the handover goes as smoothly as possible. I will continue to do so for the rest of the day.”

  “That’s a good start.” I could see the stress weighing on him and hated I was responsible for it. Henry had given me a way to make my dreams come true, and in return, I was crushing his dream of early and lucrative retirement, necessitated by a medical condition I didn’t care to think about.

  “I will do as much as I can, Henry. I promise you that. I’ll be available around the clock and have a home office set up as soon as I can.” I didn’t tell him I’d have to set up a home first.

  “That’s a great thought, Hudson, but I’m going to have to take you off the job while you’re gone. I’m sure you understand.” I did, but it didn’t keep my heart from tearing itself to shreds in my chest.

  “I do. I will make sure the notes I leave are as detailed as I can make them in the short time I have before I leave, and I’ll be available for any questions on my cell anyway.” I’d have to get a new cell, and I didn’t mention that, either. He had enough to worry about.

  “What are we going to do about Maxwell’s position, now that you’re leaving?” He deftly maneuvered around the fact that I was being deported, not going on holiday.

  “Mia Doyle. Appoint her to it. She’s perfect for it, and I think she’ll take a lot of weight off of your shoulders.”

  It was true. I would’ve recommended her for it, even if that hadn’t been part of the deal. But if anyone was going to do the job that wasn’t me, it had to be Mia.

  Thankfully, Henry agreed without any objections. “I completely agree. I already had her earmarked for the position before you insisted on taking it over yourself. It’s a relief to know you feel the same way.”

  “You did?” I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Henry had always been an excellent judge of character. I kept from smirking as I thought of myself as ‘exhibit A’.

  The reminder was a welcomed one after Henry left, leaving me to turn the life I’d built into a series of notes for others to take the reins with. This wasn’t going to be easy, but I had to do it.

  ***

  Leaving the building the next morning was almost physically painful. I’d crashed for a few hours on the couch in my office before waking to finish compiling a list of the most important things both Mia and Henry had to take care of in the coming week.

  The sidewalk outside the building was abandoned in the pre-dawn hours. I took a few minutes to appreciate my surroundings and to take mental pictures of the lights flickering on the water and the towering building I’d built my life in, against all odds.

  I felt drained by the time I reached my house. I admired the clean lines and modern finishes I hadn’t even spared a second thought for, since shortly after I’d moved in.

  The starkness of the place struck me after having spent so much time in Mia’s family home. My house had none of the comforts of a home that had seen a family grow up in it, yet it was the first place that was completely mine.

  I walked sluggishly to my bedroom, through the hallway that displayed expensive works of art instead of framed pictures of children or family.

  I remembered choosing each of the paintings with excruciating care when the money started rolling in. It never occurred to me the walls might one day be covered in pictures of a family I never knew I wanted, but I was suddenly depressed that it never would. Not for me anyway.

  Eventually, the house would be sold, I was sure. It gave me comfort to think perhaps its next owners would be able to hang pictures of their family on its newly bare walls. Movers would be arriving in the morning to box up all of my stuff and take it storage.

  I barely had time to pack a few essential things into my bags and grab a shower before my ride to the airport arrived. Having packed my toiletries, the en suite bathroom was almost as empty as the day I’d moved in, except for the slate gray towels that hung neatly on the towel racks.

 
The same could be said for my bedroom. I hadn’t even chosen the furniture or the crisp green sheets that covered the bed. I’d paid a decorator to do it and holed up in my office until she let me know the house was ready for me to move into.

  I’d approved the contemporary furnishings and marveled at the massive flat screens she’d installed in my entertainment area, lounge, and bedroom. Then I paid her bill. It was depressing how little time I’d taken to appreciate it all.

  I folded myself into the backseat of the town car and waited for it to take me to the airport. During the ride, I drank in every last thing happening on the sidewalks as my city came to life for the week ahead.

  We drove past the BC Records building at my request, and I longed to ask the driver to stop. I kept waiting for someone to let me know it was all a horrible practical joke. No one did. And it wasn’t.

  As we approached the airport, my heart sank. I was unable to come to terms with the fact that I was leaving the city that had made all of my dreams come true, and I may never see it again.

  I wished I’d handled the immigration agents differently, that I’d had Anderson sit in on the meeting. I also wished I was going to the airport to welcome yet another client—not going back to Santo Via Island.

  Above all else, I wished Mia was with me. I really wished things had been different between us.

  Chapter 17

  Mia

  My eyes burned as I stepped onto the waiting elevator car. I didn’t even have it in me to banter with Stan as I arrived at the office. He didn’t push it.

  I was bone tired after my week in California. I needed at least another week on a deserted island to get my head on straight and my game face on.

  Despite my parents’ protests, I’d accepted a ride from the driver Hudson had sent over and had flown back to Portland in his jet. Alone.

  It was horribly depressing that I had only noted the opulence of the thing once its devastatingly handsome owner was no longer around to see it. It had plush carpeting and intricate designs in the wooden trim, inlaid with gold threads.

  The seats were more comfortable than my bed, and I drifted away into a fitful sleep shortly after takeoff.

  The meal smelled delicious, but I was incapable of tasting anything. I ate it anyway. Never one to give up a great meal, even if I couldn’t taste it.

  It stunned me I’d been on the same jet days before but I hadn’t noticed my surroundings. I blamed Hudson’s commanding presence and my mild panic attack of introducing a man to my family.

  I wanted to speak to Hudson, to ask him how he’d gone from poverty to owning such a luxurious jet, but his phone was disconnected. I hadn’t heard a word from him since he’d strutted out of my parents’ house on Friday afternoon. I doubted that I ever would.

  The elevator car was abuzz with gossip on the way up, and as soon as the doors opened, the reason became clear. A part of my heart shattered when a graying head of hair became visible over the top of Hudson’s chair.

  Henry Carson was a striking man, but he lacked the presence of Hudson Blake. Without Hudson in it, his office seemed smaller. Less significant.

  “Doyle, you hear the news?” Clive asked as I neared my cubicle. He wore a ‘cat who ate the canary’ grin and was making no secret of the fact that we were standing around talking instead of working.

  Mr. Carson still had his back turned to us as he sat in Hudson’s chair.

  In fact, it dawned on me that the entire office had a jovial vibe to it. Everyone seemed relaxed, and no one even seemed to have turned their computers on yet.

  “What news?” I played dumb, dumping my stuff in my bottom drawer and reaching for the power button on my computer.

  “Blake’s out, Carson’s in.” He raised his hand for a high five. I stared at it until he dropped it back to his side.

  “Blake’s out?” I asked, needing to know as much as everyone else did.

  “Yup.” Clive was giddy with excitement. “No one knows exactly why yet, but Carson arrived this morning, told us the good news.”

  “Good news?” Things already seemed to be going to shit without Hudson there. The phones were ringing off the hook, there were piles of paperwork being delivered to each desk, but no one seemed to take notice. At that rate, the company would go belly up before the gossip simmered down.

  “Okay, okay.” Clive grinned. “Great news, I grant you.”

  “How is Hudson leaving great news?”

  I honestly didn’t know why he was so excited. Hudson hadn’t been an easy boss, but at least the office had felt like one with him in charge. With Mr. Carson there, it felt like a high school cafeteria.

  “Come on, Mia. You know better than anyone how big of a prick the guy was.”

  He didn’t need to know how big of a prick the guy had. Or the fact that he knew how to use it, which was one of the many reasons why I didn’t share in his excitement.

  I’d seen a side of Hudson no one else had, and it made me sad to think they probably never would. Hudson really was a good guy. He deserved tears at the news of his departure, not joy and a gossip fest.

  “I understand your sentiments, Clive, but he was a hell of a person to learn from. Wouldn’t you say?”

  Clive scratched his brow in contemplation. “I guess, but I’ll bet Carson is better. It helps that he’s already less of a fucking tyrant.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  Jenny appeared at my elbow, cutting me off from defending Hudson more. “Mr. Carson would like to see you, Mia. Immediately.” Her tone was clipped. At least one person was still focused on getting their damned work done.

  “I’ll be right there. Thanks, Jenny.” Jenny smiled at me in gratitude and headed back to her post, where she was madly answering phones and scowling at the secretaries who weren’t.

  “I guess I’ll see you later,” I said to Clive, who had finally turned on his computer, even as he turned to speak to the man who occupied the cubicle on the other side of him. It was the first time I realized I didn’t even know the man’s name. I couldn’t care less.

  “Later, Mia,” Clive said, but was clearly immersed in the conversation with someone far more receptive to his bitching about our former boss.

  I sighed, locked my bottom drawer out of habit, and set off to Hudson’s—no, Carson’s—office.

  Carson saw me approaching and gestured me into the office without the need to knock. He grinned as I stepped into the familiar office that felt entirely alien without Hudson’s presence occupying every inch of it.

  “Good morning, Ms. Doyle.” Carson rose when I entered and extended his hand to me.

  I shook it politely, slightly shaken by the complete 180 in the management style of the two men who’d held the office in my time there. “Good morning, Mr. Carson.”

  “Call me Henry, please.” His eyes crinkled with a kind smile, fatherly almost. “Have a seat, Mia. May I call you Mia?”

  “Of course, Henry.” I followed his instructions and perched on the seat nearest to the door. As suffocating as I’d once found Hudson’s presence, I felt the lack of it with a painful intensity.

  “Would you like some coffee?” he offered, settling back in Hudson’s monstrous power-chair. It didn’t suit Henry, even if he did radiate his own brand of control.

  “Yes please, if it’s not too much trouble.” I desperately needed caffeine if I was going to get through one more second of this godforsaken day.

  Henry waved his hand dismissively and pressed a button on his phone. “Jenny, please fix two cups of coffee.”

  “I can just get it, Henry. There are a few machines in here.” It annoyed me that he might not even know that much.

  “Yes, but I prefer the coffee from the machine in my office. Though, I suppose I’ll have to have it moved into this office for now.” He sighed.

  The man looked like he’d aged since I’d seen him not two weeks earlier.

  It was clear that Hudson’s leaving was taking a toll on him, too. I vowed to take it easier on
the guy. I didn’t know him well, but his name was on the label, so there had to be a story there I’d never gotten around to hearing.

  “As you might have heard by now, Mr. Blake has taken a leave of absence.” Well, at least he didn’t beat about the bush.

  “I did. I was sorry to hear it.”

  Henry’s eyebrows shot up so high I thought they were about to disappear into his receding hairline. “You were?” He sounded surprised.

  “I was.”

  I was relieved to see Henry’s expression soften and his face relax. “That makes two of us. That boy deserved a god damn marching band for everything he did around here, yet everyone seems overjoyed that he’s gone. I haven’t been able to even turn my chair in the direction of their celebrations since I arrived.” The despair in his voice was almost sad.

  It seemed like an inappropriate time to point out that Hudson was very much a man, he had left any traces of boyhood behind a long time ago. “That’s true, but I doubt anyone knew him the way we did.”

  Henry’s eyes regarded me with a careful assessment. It was clear he was a man who knew more than he let on and saw more than his gaze betrayed. He reminded me of my grandfather, who had insisted, even after the wedding had gone up in spectacular flames, that they hadn’t seen the last of Hudson.

  “I think you may be correct, Mia. As sad as that might be.” Henry looked tired, beaten. A little like I thought I looked. I wondered if I’d dodged a bullet or lost the man who might have become the love of my life.

  “I’m sure you’ve heard that Mr. Maxwell is retiring in a matter of days,” Henry continued.

  I cleared my throat, which was suddenly threatening to close. “Yes, I have heard. It’ll be a huge loss to BC Records when he leaves.”

  The old man’s eyes narrowed contemplatively. “It will yes. Have you thought about your future here?”

  “Some,” I admitted. I wasn’t about to tell him how much.

  “I spoke with Hudson before he left.”

  That surprised me. My heart started hammering. I didn’t know why I’d thought he hadn’t spoken to anyone before he’d disappeared. Of course, he would’ve spoken to Henry, at the very least.