“We’ve done what we set out to do with this company.” Andreas leaned back in his chair, his big body relaxed, his tone satisfied...like his words weren’t slashing jagged wounds right into her heart. “Sebastian Hawk has approached me about a merger with his security firm.”
“A merger or a buyout?” she demanded.
Andreas winced, perhaps recognizing his news was not as welcome as he’d expected it to be. “A buyout is the most likely final scenario.”
“Why?” Owner of one of the largest security firms worldwide, Sebastian Hawk was one of their biggest customers and had been since the beginning. “He already licenses our software.” For his own company and in a secondary capacity for his own clients.
Andreas replied, “He wants to own it.”
“He’s a control freak, like you.”
Andreas shrugged. “He has three children and a legacy to leave them.”
“What about your children?” Presumably if Andreas was ready to get married, he was looking forward to parenthood, as well.
He had often said the only reason he would ever marry was to have a real family. Didn’t he want a legacy for his own children?
“I’m thinking about going into venture capital investments.”
“You’ve been watching that show again, haven’t you?” she asked, referring to a favorite reality television show of his.
They’d watched the show about venture capitalists who invested in and mentored start-up businesses together many times. Andreas prided himself on being able to guess which entrepreneurs were going to get multiple offers from the “sharks” and which would leave the “tank” without a single offer at all.
“As fascinating as all this is, we need to wrap this meeting up.” Genevieve’s voice grated in unwelcome reminder of her presence as she glanced at her designer watch. “I have another client meeting.”
Really? Lots of superwealthy guys were looking for bride pimps? “How many clients do you take on at a time?”
“That is privileged information,” Genevieve informed her haughtily.
But Kayla had spent most of her life in the foster care system. Haughty wasn’t going to intimidate her. “Not with the kind of retainer you charged Andreas.”
“I was under the impression you paid out of your personal account?”
Andreas’s expression filled with annoyance. “Of course I did.”
“Then, I do not see where this is any of your business.” The matchmaker’s condescending tone might have annoyed Kayla, but she had concerns much closer to her heart right now.
She stood on shaky legs. “You’re right. It’s not. In fact, I still don’t know what the heck I’m doing here at all. If you’re going to sell the company, my tiny minority percent isn’t going to stop you. If you want to pay this woman more than a lot of people make in a year to find you some dates when I don’t see you struggling for company now, that’s none of my business.”
The cold inside her grew with every word, but so did Kayla’s resolve. “I do not appreciate being called away from my work for something you could have handled in a text.” I’m hiring a matchmaker.
“You expected me to tell you I was selling the company in a text?” Andreas demanded, sounding shocked.
“I didn’t expect you to sell the company at all, certainly not to tell me about it as a fait accompli in a meeting with a third party.” Dismissing Genevieve’s presence, Kayla met Andreas’s gaze. “But I’m realizing now I’ve been wrong about a lot of things.”
He’d said this meeting was about the matchmaker. The selling of the company had come up as part of the discussion. Or that was how it had seemed. But apparently, it had been part of his agenda all along.
Kayla turned on her heel and walked out of the office, the numbness spreading with the cold. She’d been like this a few times before in her life.
The day she realized her mom was not coming back. She hadn’t spoken for two years after.
The day her foster mom died and she was placed in the first of another string of homes.
The day she realized Andreas wanted her for her programming skills more than her place in his bed, or even their friendship.
Andreas’s personal assistant stood up as Kayla came out of the office. “Are you okay?”
She just shook her head.
“What’s going on?”
“He’s getting married.” Kayla wasn’t going to mention the possibility he was going to sell their company. After all, that wasn’t supposed to have been the reason for the meeting.
“To her?” Bradley’s eyes widened, his face going slack.
“She’s the matchmaker.”
Bradley laid his hand on Kayla’s arm. “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t say anything else, but he’d been working for Andreas from the beginning. Other than Andreas, Bradley knew Kayla better than anyone else alive. Maybe better, because he’d realized the first year they worked together that she was in love with the oblivious Greek.
A COUPLE OF hours later, Kayla was lost in the code of a program they’d scrapped the year before as unfeasible when a hand landed on her shoulder. She knew immediately whom that hand belonged to. “I’m busy, Andreas.”
“You’re not on a development team right now.”
“I’m the director of research and development. That means I get to choose what projects I work on.”
“So, what are you working on?”
“A program that will make Sebastian Hawk another hundred million if I can get it working.”
“We haven’t sold our company yet.”
“But we are selling it.”
“I don’t know, are we?”
She spun around to face Andreas. “Don’t play games with me, Andreas.”
He sighed, running his fingers through his jet-black hair, his green eyes troubled. “Yes, we’re selling.”
“When were you going to tell me?” She wanted to scream, to rail at him and demand answers to how he could rip everything out from under her on one go, but she wouldn’t.
For one thing, he wouldn’t understand. The fact they were standing here having this conversation at all told her that. For another, if she let out some of the pain, it would all come out and she wasn’t about to let that happen.
“After our meeting with Miss Patterson.”
“Why did you pull me into that?”
“She wanted to ask you some questions.”
“Why?” Kayla did her best to stop that one word coming out sounding like the pain-filled cry it was, but she could hear the ragged edges to her voice if he couldn’t.
Andreas winced. “You’re my closest friend.”
“And she interviews your friends?” How invasive was that?
“Yes.”
“What happened to separating personal from business?”
“We’ve managed to stay friends.”
They had until today.
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