You are intentionally trying to destroy me. I am simply refusing to save you, Riley said coldly. The acquisition is cancelled. The paperwork will be shredded first thing tomorrow morning.
We will sue you, Cynthia screamed, standing up with her ruined dress clinging to her. We will take everything you have. Please do, Riley replied. My lead counsel is a senior partner at Sullivan and Cromwell.
Considering you will not be able to afford your own legal fees by next Friday, I suggest you save your breath. Bradley collapsed into his chair, burying his face in his hands. A wet sobbing sound escaped him. In ten minutes, he had gone from a soon-to-be billionaire to a man staring at total ruin.
All because he could not show basic decency to a waitress. Riley turned her back on them. Richard, she called. The head of security stepped forward.
Mr. and Mrs. Croft are leaving now. The service elevator in the back.
I do not want them walking through the main lobby. Richard placed a massive hand on Bradley’s shoulder. Time to go, sir. Bradley did not fight.
He allowed himself to be hauled to his feet. Cynthia was still crying as they were marched toward the stainless steel doors where the staff took out the trash. The dining room remained frozen. Riley turned to face the crowd.
Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption. At Kensington Holdings, we believe true wealth requires integrity. The Croft merger is dead. However, my team successfully closed a deal to buy their primary competitor thirty minutes ago.
Their CEO will be joining our portfolio. Enjoy the evening. Thunderous applause erupted. Thomas scurried over with a silver tray holding a glass of the Romanée-Conti.
Riley took it, smiled at him. Double your bonus tomorrow. She took a slow, deliberate sip.
It tasted like absolute victory.