Liam directs his attention to Stuart Sr. and grins smugly. “Now, Reed, there’s no need to be petty just because my third-quarter profits undoubtedly exceeded yours. I understand it must sting, knowing that my revenue growth is directly related to your loss, but that’s life, right? You fuck up, you pay the price. I’m sure both you and your son can relate. That said, we’re all professionals here so let’s act like it, shall we?”
Both Jr.’s and Sr.’s ears are red, their tell that they’re fuming. When neither one has a rebuttal, Liam squeezes my knee and redirects his attention to the man at the podium. I cross my legs to ease the sudden ache, strangely aroused from that whole conversation.
As if he’s reading my mind, Liam discreetly bumps his knee into mine and whispers, “Later.”
The entire time we’re listening to the keynote speaker, all I can think is later cannot get here soon enough.
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