Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I stare at Madison. Normally the assistants can’t or don’t bother to follow the actual business side of discussions. They are here to support me and the team with arrangements that can be delegated. To have her actually contributing to the conversation like she’s one of my execs shocks me.
Even more, to have the interruption actually be on point and pertinent. Because I know that car she’s referring to. It’s Aiden parking in front of our building to encroach on our territory.
“May I?” Nickel holds out a hand for the tablet, and Billy plucks it from Madison’s hands and hands it to him.
“Definitely a gift,” Sully puts in. “Benson Junior is a known gambler. I dug up his debts. He doesn’t have the liquidity to buy a million dollar car.”
“A four million dollar car,” Madison corrects. “I saw a similar one parked in front of Moon Co. this morning, and it got me thinking. Someone’s wooing him.”
Another point to New Girl.
“Not someone. Aiden Adalwulf,” I say. Sully and Billy nod. They recognize the car, too. Aiden bought one for himself, right after his father stepped down and Aiden became CEO of Adalwulf Associates.
“Benson Senior keeps Junior on a tight leash,” Vance puts in. “We know that much. He tried to bargain for a permanent position for his son once the takeover is complete, but we nixed that. As far as we can tell, Benson Jr doesn’t do anything but use the company credit card at strip clubs for ‘meetings.’ He’ll just be dead weight.”
“So, what?” Billy asks, “we offer more cash? Enough for Benson Junior to buy all the Bugatti's he wants?”
“Do it,” I say. “Go woo the son, see how it plays.” I rap the table, signaling an end to the meeting. I rise as Madison passes by. “Good work, Madison.”
She raises her chin and gives me a pleasant smile, once again meeting my gaze. She’s got gorgeous brown eyes, light as a mountain lion’s, shot through with gold. “Madi,” she corrects me, even though I told her I wouldn’t call her that.
I glower at her. How is she meeting my eyes?
I jerk my chin, dismissing her.
She doesn’t budge. “One more thing. Your mother called earlier. Several times, in fact.”
“I don't take calls from my mother.” When it comes to my mother, my temper’s always on a short leash. “Ever.”
My wolf stirs beneath the surface. He doesn’t usually get reactive to my mother–a flaw of genetics, I’ve always assumed–because the woman is dangerous. But then I realize: it’s not about her. My wolf doesn’t like me snarling at Madison.
Odd.
Madison doesn’t reply, simply tilts her head, waiting for me to expound. Outside the conference room, Indira pretends not to watch our exchange.
I don’t sense resentment or competition from her, though, even though she’s Madison’s superior. The two seem quite loyal to each other.
It’s a trait not often found in humans.
Especially not on Wall Street.
“Get out.”
Madison stands her ground as if it's no big deal, quietly blowing my mind. “Your sister called, too.”
“Which one?”
“Ruby.”
She probably needs my help with the Blackthroat Foundation charity ball. Eagle said one of the land purchases may fall through. Since New Girl is so clever, I put her on that task. “Get her on the line and then research all available parcels of land that may connect wildlife corridors near the city.”
Madison blinks, quickly absorbing the random order. “Yes, sir. Size requirements?”
I hide my satisfaction at the fact that she doesn’t hassle me with stupid questions. She may be the first assistant I can actually stand.
“Ideally five hundred acres.” Since she’s so astute, I don’t play my usual authoritative games and keep her in the dark about what she’s doing and why. “Ruby’s foundation–our family foundation–offers grants for wilderness conservation projects, and one of her current deals may fall through. Send your findings to Eagle, my executive counsel.”
Madison nods. “Ruby’s husband.”
I raise my brows, surprised that she knows that after working here all of five days.
“I’m on it, sir.” She pivots and sashays past me. I watch her hips sway for longer than I should.
Chapter Six
Madi
“So what’s the deal with the Adalwulfs?” I ask Indira, fishing baby corn out of my chow mein. It’s after three p.m., and we’re taking a late lunch while on hold with Benson’s executive team’s assistants, trying to nail down details of the Moon Co./Benson meeting.
“The Adalwulfs?” Indira’s voice drops to a whisper, and she looks around as if we’re kids talking behind the teacher’s back in class. “You mean Adalwulf Associates?”
“Yeah. The family company, if you can call it that.” I wouldn’t call a hedge fund worth billions a “family owned business,” but it is. Most of the board members and C-suite all share the Adalwulf name. Either they’re cloning themselves, or every extended cousin gets a job. Yay, nepotism. “I overheard Mr. White talking about them to Mr. Cavendish.”