“So you gave her some of your shares?” Viktor asked with no real hope it could be that simple.
“If Mr. Grayson’s company is under threat from AIH or any company remotely affiliated with it, at one minute past midnight on my twenty-fifth birthday, all of those shares will be signed over to Harry Grayson personally. Not his company.”
“You cannot do that!”
“I can.” Madison looked more like her father in that moment than at any other time Viktor had known her.
“And if his company is not under threat?” Viktor asked, suspecting that Jeremy’s calling his daughter’s threat had precipitated some kind of permanent action on her part.
“Half of my shares will be signed over to Romi.”
Jeremy stood up, his face flushing with color, his eyes narrowed in fury. “You will not sign those papers.”
“I will.” Conversely, Madison relaxed back into her chair. “You had your chance to take my friend’s happiness off the table as a negotiating point, but you refused to take it.”
“That’s insane,” Steven Whitley said, speaking up for the first time since his introduction to Madison. “Even half of your shares are valued at tens of millions.”
“Romi won’t have to worry about her drunk of a father ruining her life, will she?” Madison asked her father, as if he’d been the one to bring up the point of the shares’ value.
Jeremy slammed his hand on the table. “I am not ruining your life, Madison, you’ve done a fair job of that yourself.”
“No, I haven’t, but I don’t expect you to believe me.”
“You are not giving away twelve and a half percent of my company!”
Viktor didn’t know if Jeremy realized he’d just effectively taken the third prong of his threats off the table. No way was he going to allow Harry Grayson Sr. to own twenty-five percent of AIH.
Jeremy and Madison were too much alike. Both would go to extreme measures for what was most important to them. The problem was that while Madison was very important to Jeremy, she did not believe it and Jeremy was willfully blind to what Madison needed from him.
Beyond that Archer International Holdings came first with Jeremy, and the people she cared about came first with Madison. Right now, those two priorities were in direct conflict.
Things were going to go completely pear-shaped if Viktor didn’t take control.
“Sit down, Jeremy,” Viktor instructed the older man in a tone that was respectful, but firm.
With a glare for his daughter, Jeremy returned to his seat.
“This meeting has derailed and I believe it is time to regroup.”
Jeremy nodded.
Viktor stood and straightened his suit jacket before walking around the table and offering his hand to Madison. “Come with me.”
“What are you doing, Viktor?” Jeremy asked, his expression considering.
The man knew that AIH sat near the top of Viktor’s priority list, too. The company was the conduit for his own plans and no chance was he starting over because of the father-daughter issues of its owner.
“Madison and I have some things to discuss.”
Steven frowned at him. “You are not the only candidate, you know. This contract was offered to four of us.”
“I am the only one who matters.”
An infinitesimal quirk of his boss’s mouth said he knew that was true, but he said, “I believe that is up to Madison.”
The lady in question made a sound of disparagement. “Right. If the decision is mine to make, I assume it’s to be from the men you included in this meeting. One of whom was already engaged, another is old enough to be my father with a history of failed marriages and the other a complete stranger. And then there is Viktor.”
“Maxwell Black is a man worth knowing.”
While it might be true, Viktor didn’t appreciate Jeremy pointing it out. Two half-Russian boys, raised to appreciate a culture not fully American, Maxwell and Viktor had grown up together, their families close, their goals similar.
Friends of a sort, but too alike for comfort, both men were determined to make their mark on the world, to be at the top of the food chain.
Because of the different paths they took to dominant positions in the business world, Viktor’s and Maxwell’s interests had not conflicted before today.
Thankfully, Madison didn’t look impressed by her father’s words.
She shifted so she could make eye contact with the CEO of BIT. “Mr. Black, do not be fooled by Jeremy’s mistaken ignorance. Those articles are lies made up by a man I believed was my friend. Perry and I never had any sort of sexual relationship, much less a BDSM one.”
The pain underlying her measured tones prompted Viktor to make some plans in regard Perry Timwater.
“I believe you.” Maxwell’s assurance proved he was every bit as intelligent as Viktor had always known him to be.
Madison relaxed infinitesimally. “Good.”
“Regardless of the reason for our meeting, I would like to get to know you, Miss Archer.” Maxwell, damn his hide, smiled charmingly at Madison. “You seem like an interesting person.”
She inclined her head. “Thank you, but—”
“Don’t dismiss the possibility of our compatibility out of hand,” Maxwell interrupted her with another of his lady-killer smiles. “I bet I could teach you to like some of the things you’ve been accused of needing.”
Madison’s gasp said she was shocked by Maxwell’s words.
Whether the words themselves or where he chose to speak them, Viktor didn’t know and it didn’t matter. He wasn’t surprised. Maxwell played to his strengths and exploited the weakness of others.
Turning the lurid headlines into something forbidden but potentially exciting was a solid tactic for handling the current situation and the humiliation Madison had to be experiencing. Though she’d done nothing to let it show.
Unfortunately for Maxwell, Viktor wasn’t going to let the ploy succeed.
Nothing was standing between Viktor and control of AIH. Not even Madison herself, but particularly not Maxwell Black.
Clearly upset with Maxwell’s words, Jeremy made a sound of protest.
Before the older man could say anything Viktor was in front of Black, blocking his line of sight with Madison. “That is not something you are going to discuss here, or with Madison at all.”
“You think not?” Black challenged back.
“I know not.”
“I don’t need your protection, Viktor,” Madison said quietly from behind him.
He turned to face her, but didn’t move so Black would have to stand and sidestep to see her. “Nevertheless, you have it.”
She shook her head, whether in denial, or frustration, he didn’t know.
“I’m nowhere near taking him up on his offer. I’m pretty sure even the mildest form of that kind of relationship requires trust and I don’t have any. Not for men, particularly men with the same priorities as Jeremy Archer. Businessmen.”
She made the word sound like a slur.
Viktor didn’t believe her regardless. Madison trusted him. She always had; even if she no longer realized it.
And while Maxwell’s words hadn’t surprised him, Madison’s willingness