The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: ANOTHER ATTACK

Finnegan

"The Dorian partnership," Nathan Whales, a member of the board, spoke up from his seat, his sea blue eyes fixed on the screen before us where the quarterly projections for the business year were displayed.

"When do we expect a formal announcement?"

"When both parties are satisfied with the terms and not a second before." I grunted in reply.

The board meeting had started at nine exactly because I had made it clear in year one that anyone arriving late would find the door closed.

They could wait three months for another meeting. Arthur was out of the country recently so he couldn’t make it for the meeting, Abigail would send him the briefings later.

Twelve people sat around the table, one of them being my mother. She sat next to me, her reading glasses on and her pen moving across her notepad.

"The marketing allocation for the second half was different from what was actually spent," Mother declared, her glasses dropping slightly as she looked at the screen. "And why is that, son?"

My mother didn’t call me son except during board meetings just so she could belittle my position in the presence of everyone else.

"Yes, due to the launch, we reallocated accordingly."

Her green eyes narrowed. "That reallocation should have come to the board first."

Like hell it should have. Board members or not, this was my company. I made the decisions.

"It fell within my discretionary limits. It didn’t require board approval."

"Oh?" She scoffed, raising her brows. "I’m simply suggesting that given the scale of the launch, we should have been informed."

The table had gone quiet, everyone watching me and my loving mother as she tried to fucking humiliate me before everyone.

Behind me, from the chair where my assistant sat with her tablet and her notes, I heard the faintest huff and the corner of my mouth moved before I could stop it.

I would bet Abigail was also fed up with Mother. My assistant didn’t exactly like to be talked down to.

But she’s a rather skillful liar, apparently. The quirk on my lips disappeared. "Next slide."

The meeting ran for ninety long minutes. Mother of course had a problem with every single thing. I knew she loved Wolfe Corp and she had worked with Dad to raise it from the rubble, bickering with her before board members would be undignified.

When the meeting finally ended, I pulled Atticus aside to discuss the updates on the court case against Carlton Gayle while the rest of the board members discussed among themselves.

"The final verdict is tomorrow," Atticus replied. "Do not worry sir, we’ll crush him like we crushed the Manhattan case."

My brows snapped together in confusion. "Is that some sort of metaphor? What is the Manhattan case?"

An errand for my mother? Atticus was the company’s lawyer. We didn’t have any Manhattan case. What on earth was Atticus and my mother up to?

Or was this some ploy to play on my emotions?