“Ericka, we need to go over the quarterly figures,” Grayson Latham said. “You’re bleeding money in one area, and I really think that you need to take my previous advice regarding this and close the department down.”
“And what about the people who work in that department, Grayson?” Ericka Quinn countered. “What happens to them?”
He stared at her. “Are you serious? Since when have you given a damn about anything but yourself and money?”
She looked offended. “Maybe I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.”
“You realize no one is going to believe for one minute that Ericka Quinn Latham cares if someone in her employ gets fired or not,” Grayson replied. “I seem to remember you firing the last maid because she placed one fork in the wrong place.”
“It was an important dinner for a potential client!” Ericka countered angrily. “It’s important to make a good first impression. She had been warned that any mistakes would not be tolerated.”
Grayson shook his head. “If you’re going to be this cutthroat in your personal life, you need to be just as cutthroat regarding your business. Now give your employees two months’ severance pay, and close that department.”
“Two months!” Ericka gasped. “I’m not made of money, you know.”
Grayson rolled his eyes. “You’re swimming in it, Ericka. You can afford to give ten people two months’ severance.”
She glared at him for a minute, then sighed. “Fine, Gray, if that is what you think I should do, then go ahead and write up the orders. I’ll have them notified tomorrow.”
“Good. Now, about that new acquisition…”
“I don’t want to talk about business anymore,” Ericka said, getting up and walking over to Grayson. “I’d rather do something else.” She caressed his cheek.
He moved away from her. “I know what you want to do, but we need to do this right now.”
She stepped closer to him. “Are you sure about that?” she asked, giving him a gentle kiss.
He seemed to give a little. “Well, I guess…no, we definitely need to focus on work.”
Ericka smiled. He was weakening.
“I guess we can take a little break,” Grayson grinned.
The doorbell rang at that moment. “Are you kidding me?!” Ericka snapped. All she wanted to do was take Grayson upstairs and spend the evening in bed with him. “Let’s ignore them. Maybe they’ll go away.”
The doorbell rang again, and Ericka growled in frustration. “I’ll only be a minute,” she assured him, giving him another quick kiss.
When she opened the front door, there was a teenage girl standing on her front porch. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Deidre Kirkpatrick,” the raven-haired girl said.
Ericka gasped. She hadn’t heard that name in years. “W…what do you want with her?”
“She’s my mother.”