Chapter 9

 

Marcia went directly home after leaving the office for the day. She busied herself with housework while she waited for the call from Adam. At 6:30 her phone rang and she saw his name and number on the screen. Excitedly, she pressed the on button. 

“Adam, how did it go?”

“Better than I expected. Most of the division executives are on board. I think this is going be the smoothest takeover yet.”

“I’m so glad to hear that. Are you back in town?”

“Yes I just got home.”

“Will you be coming over for a victory celebration?”

“I don’t think I can make it tonight, as much as I really would like to. I’m going to have to go to the office to review some documents with Legal. We’ll be working all night. I’ll take a rain check, though. How about dinner tomorrow at Champs Elysees?”

“That sounds great. After dinner we can come back here,” she said in a tone that held great promise.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about, right now. I’ve decided to disconnect myself from further personal contact with Kane Masterson. I’ve asked each of our companies do deal directly with the respective Preston division heads to integrate their operations according to the organization charts I gave them. Since Preston doesn’t have a trading company, per se, I want you to handle the consolidation of Elegant Sportswear into Hampton Sportswear with Kane Masterson reporting to you for the next six months. He will be solely in an advisory capacity. I took away his office at Preston and stripped him of any authority over their operations. I’m only tolerating him at all to assure a smooth transition and maybe to rub a little dirt in his face.”

Marcia thought for a minute, so, sleeping with the boss has its perks.

She asked, “How did he take it?”

“He wasn’t too pleased. Apparently he had some preconceived idea of what his role would be, but he realizes that he doesn’t have any choice. He’s bound himself to us contractually for the next six months. I don’t know how he’ll react to taking orders from a woman, but we’ll soon find out. I’m sure it will be a first for him. I told him to report to you at your office at 10 o’clock tomorrow morning. See if you can set him up in a small cubicle somewhere, one suitable to his current status. If I had my druthers I’d dump his sorry ass right now, but I can’t risk anything falling through the cracks. I’ve waited too long for this merger to happen to let anything go wrong now. There will be too many eyes watching, especially our major stockholders.”

“Don‘t sweat it, Adam. I have the perfect four by four cubicle for him right next to the elevators. It’s so noisy no one ever wants to use it. That should be perfect for our Kane Masterson. How does that sound to you?”

“That’s the spirit. Stop by my office on your way in tomorrow and I’ll fill you in on the specifics. I think you will enjoy this assignment. It will look good on your performance record, too, if you know what I mean.”

 “I understand, perfectly. Are you sure you don’t want to come over tonight?”

“I would love to, but I have to go to the office. I’ll make up for it tomorrow night. Good night, Marcia.”

“Good night, Adam.

Marcia was disappointed that Adam wasn’t coming over to her apartment, but the disappointment was soon replaced by the excitement of her new assignment. For the next six months, she was going to control one of the industry’s top leaders, the winner of countless awards and a host of achievements. Isn’t that a kicker? I wonder what he’s like. Her curiosity led her to her laptop. She spent the next hour goggling information on the personal and professional life of Kane Masterson.

Kane Dwight Masterson was born on October 6, 1974. His mother the socialite Evelyn Littleton, his father Peter Masterson, of whom little is known. Kane B.S.’d in International Finance at Northwestern and Mastered in Business Development at the Wharton School of Business. He was recruited by Preston Industries as a Senior Financial Manager, rapidly ascending to CEO of the company. He managed Preston’s successful defense against a hostile takeover attempt by Hampton Industries. I bet he’ll regret that during the next six months, she thought. He probably already has. Kane lives in Wooster Square, Connecticut. Being single the internet was replete with articles and pictures covering an active social life. Having his company wrested away from him, by Adam Hampton, of all people, had to be very humiliating for him. Under normal circumstances her heart would have gone out to Kane, but this was business. There weren’t any scandalous rumors connected with his name, he was good looking, personable and rich and appeared on the surface to be one of the “good guys”.

Marcia was determined, however, not to be swayed by his super-clean image. Her job was to make the next six months hell-on-earth for Kane Masterson and that is just what she planned to do. It was not in her nature to be mean or vindictive, but she could be an ill-tempered shrew if the situation called for it and this one definitely did. She smiled as she thought, Get a good night’s sleep Mister nice guy, ‘cause you’re about to be run over by a “bitch on wheels”.