Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 210

Fixer POV

“They are here.” Another spoke out.

“So it seems, okay for my benefit, let’s go around the room, stand, introduce yourself, and what you do for the company, and where.”

Slowly, they went around the room, some standing proud, others not so sure, and the now-fired men, with bitterness. Gramps knew I was going to do this and had already put someone in their place. Together, we talked about this over a video chat and came up with the idea for me to come in strong and put them on the back foot, worrying about their own positions, at how easily I fired people.

Building security entered the room as the last two men introduced themselves.

“Have these men escorted out, ensure they hand over all company property,” I commanded security. After a brief look at Gramps, they complied. I didn’t like that they checked with him first. Gramps had already organised the removal of their things from the hotels and homes, as they were company housing, as a package deal. I was leaving any police involvement to Gramps, since he knew more about this than I did. I just got the basics.

After another three hours of talks, the secretary team brought in a late lunch.

“Fixer, you may not remember me. We met at the camping trip that went badly.” One of the men held out his hand for me to shake.

“Dodger?” I had met many that day.

“Correct, I never thought I would see a cut in the boardroom, you do your club proud.” He complimented me.

“Thank you, any others here?” I asked, looking around the room.

“Yes, I am Spokes, the president of the Bandfield club.” He moved forward and shook my hand.

“Springer, president of the Mayfield club, and I believe you are now the owner of the town, and us.

We have much to talk about when this is over.”

“Agreed.”

Now I could see why Gramps was smiling when we met over the video call that first time, and had seen the cut, that first day. He had connections to a club, too. They didn’t look at all in our few meetings.

“Your Grams didn’t like that side anymore; when our boy reached school age, I retired from the club and dug deep into family business, because my wife wanted a high society life, not the club-related one. I still get involved with the club, go on rides when I can, but business has become too much to enjoy that lifestyle. That’s what happens when your empire gets this large, and you keep doing more instead of delegating and doing exactly what you just did. Now let’s get this meeting finished, and have some fun.”

The rest of the meeting flowed, and we achieved our goals for the day, after the bulk of the managers left, all with a different perspective on moving forward.

“Let’s go to a restaurant and chat.” We’re all in agreement: Gramps leads the way to a nearby restaurant; we were led to a quiet section at the back; ties were removed; jackets were put on the backs of chairs; and attitudes relaxed.

“Sir, when you said we were in for a surprise today, that your Granddaughter had taken over, I was not expecting to see Fixer walk in with you; that made my day. I was worried she was someone who would not agree with our lifestyle and make things difficult when she found out we were bike-related enthusiasts.” I broke out in laughter at his polite way of putting it, ‘bike-related enthusiasts’ indeed.

“Fixer hasn’t had it easy, but things are changing for the better.” Gramps started to say, but our drinks arrived; they served our table first, before supplying food and drink to the other three tables, where our guards were seated.

“Can we wear our suits to work?” One asked, and I smiled.

“I don’t see why not, Gramps?” I deferred to him, as he had a better understanding of the dynamics of their areas.

“With you being in a different club, how will that affect us? Like you own our club, the property. I don’t want to merge. Can we stay as the Mayfield club?”

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