Goodbye, fucking demons, Elena grinned, looking at herself in the mirror.
A tall, tanned beauty with a perfect figure, beautiful neat breasts and slender legs looked at her from there. True, the whole impression was spoiled by scars in the form of bites and scratches that covered Elena s sides and back. There were also several cigarette burns on her legs. But now the wounds of the past did not occupy Lincoln s thoughts. She was in a great mood and wanted to quickly conclude a profitable deal with the French. It was this desire that led her to the wardrobe, from which she pulled out a beautiful silver dress that began at the chest and covered her entire figure in a flowing waterfall. Bright makeup, a light curl, and Miss Lincoln was ready for a new day, in the role of the mistress of her empire.
But alas, as it usually happens, a good start to the day was immediately ruined. Having got into her underground garage, Elena could not start her favorite Audi. The car stubbornly refused to obey its owner.
- Come on, start it, iron bitch. What a stubborn rattletrap! - the blonde jumped out of the car in a rage. The clock inexorably showed 7:30 and there was an hour left before work. Elena sighed sadly and headed to her motorcycle. Putting on her helmet, she started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.
New York greeted her with the scorching July heat and wind, which spurred the girl on. She drove at high speed and completely surrendered to the ride. Speed ?was the second drug for her, after BDSM, and she spent every weekend at the motorcycle track or at races. The Grays were shocked by the hobbies of their adopted daughter, but Elena did not care about their opinion. No, she loved them, but she set boundaries beyond which they could not move. And if they violated them, Lincoln was angry and could not talk to them for three weeks. Which infuriated both Gray and Ana. But they understood how hard Elena had to go through as a child. And they tried not to disturb the past of their adopted daughter once again. Elena reached Lincoln House two hours later due to traffic jams, which in New York were common in the morning downtown. Having left her bike in the parking lot and taken her helmet with her, the girl confidently walked into the huge, majestic building made of white sandstone and ran to the elevators.
Good morning, Lady Lincoln, Andrea, a pretty Mexican woman from the reception, called after her. Elena nodded and entered the elevator. To be late on such a day... A disaster. I wonder if the French are already waiting for her? And Constance is probably chatting on the phone with her Rose or has even gone home, taking advantage of her absence. Oh well, she ll clean up the mess.
To Constance s surprise, she was sitting in her seat and busily typing something.
Conste, have the French arrived? Elena took a deep breath.
Miss Lincoln, Jean-Paul called and... in short, they refuse to work with us. They think the Nobu Limite offer is more advantageous. I tried to convince them that you are a responsible and intelligent woman, but they... the secretary s voice was shaking.
POV Elena.
Fuck, where did these Nobu come from? I've never heard of them. I know all the companies in the stock market, and few would dare to cross me. But it seems that the director of Nobu is immortal. To say that I'm angry is to say nothing. I want to rage and throw.
- So, Constance, coffee and Welch to me. I need to know who stole my clients, - I growl and quickly dial Nixon's number. Edward answers right away.
- Al, hi. Sorry I didn't come yesterday. My daughter had a graduation and Virginia and I supported her, - Nixon is full of cheerfulness and optimism.
- They stole the French from us. What the fuck, Edward? We've been working on them for six months. And then these freaks from Nobu Limitet show up and the frogs are flowing from them, - I fly into my office and turn on the computer.
Fingers quickly tap the keys, typing the name of the competitors' company. But the amazing thing is - there is nothing about them on the Internet. What's going on? Then I just enter Nobu into Google and my eyebrows go up. It turns out they do a lot of things: restaurants, hotels, antiques...
- Wait, Al, Nobu are restaurateurs. What the hell do they need securities for? - Nixon is completely confused.
- They have a whole empire. I bet they are richer than Donald Trump. But little is known about the company itself. In short, we were screwed in a particularly perverted form, - I breathe out.
- Elena, don't panic. It is clear that business is done in Europe. Unlucky with the French, lucky with the English. We need a strategy. Wait for me, I'll be there in an hour, - Edward smiles into the phone.
He calms me down, but I thirst for a fight, thirst for revenge. Is there someone I can play big with? Someone just like me?