Alejandro licked the corner of his lips before an indecipherable smile took shape. “Jett, ready the car. We’re heading to the Tremont Enterprise.”
He was going to get that contract done—of that, he was certain!
Jett thought his ears were deceiving him. “Excuse me, but did you say… Tremont Enterprise? Where Mark Tremont is?” he blurted out. “Aren’t you trying to evade him, sir? Why are you showing up right on his doorstep now?”
Alejandro flashed him a sly smile. “There was a legitimate reason in the past to evade him, but now, I have nothing to fear. There’s no need to hide anymore. Let’s go.”
Jett glanced at the baby in his arms. “Are we bringing the little miss with us? Is… Is that appropriate?”
He waved in dismissal. “Bah, take her with us. It’s not like we have anywhere else to place her.”
They reached the Tremont Tower soon enough, and since they did not schedule an appointment beforehand, Alejandro was expectantly barred from entering the premises.
Alejandro was not at all perturbed. Calmly, he gave a call to Mark. “Hey, I’m at the entrance to your esteemed company, and I just want to ask, you sure you don’t want to see me? By the way, I heard that my sister-in-law isn’t at home lately. She has requested for a week-long-break, if I recall correctly—”
Mark blew up before Alejandro could finish his sentence. “Spare me your incessant bullcrap. If you’ve got anything remotely of worth to talk about, then be a man and show your face here.”
Jett’s outreaching hand froze in midair before he could open the door for his boss. Anxious sweat broke out of him, and suddenly, he felt that it would be safer for him to remain outside Mark’s office. Which of Alejandro’s actions looked like he was here to strike a deal? All Jett saw was a petulant man with an ax to grind. If his boss kept this act up, it would take a miracle for any kind of deal to be made!
Mark was infuriated by Alejandro’s attitude, and it showed in his increasingly stormy mien. “Gotten bored of life, have you? If you have anything to say at all, spill it. Then get out of my face.”
Alejandro threw his butt onto the couch, decorum be damned. “What’s wrong with bringing your niece to see her uncle, huh? Besides… I heard you’ve been looking to establish a new partnership with a transportation company. Why? Your previous partner falling short of your lofty standards? The Smith family’s been dabbling in this domain for ages, oh brother of mine, so why won’t you work with me? Is it because you are scared that I might stab you in the back? Hmph. Could you really be that much of a milquetoast?”
Mark leveled him with a dangerously biting scowl. “Aww, so you’re here because of that, hmm? Heh. I’m not going to pass a partnership of utmost importance to a scoundrel like you; I’m neither blind nor suicidal. I’ll be frank, I don’t at all trust you to understand the sanctity of contractual honor and integrity—hell could freeze over before a single sheet of paper can keep your ‘conscience’ in check,” he sneered. “Now, if you have nothing else to squander my time, then piss off. Oh, and one final thing: spy on my life one more time, and I’ll have you gone from this world.”
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