Then, with Jonathan Lowell forced out, the ethics at his law firm just went out the window. It wasn't about respect anymore. It was about making a fast buck. They started taking on more than just securities litigation. They started defending drug pushers and hit men.
Lorna wasn't a lawyer; at heart she was a fucking shark.
Her father, who had three loves of his life—his wife, his company, and his daughter—now saw that his wife had passed away, his company was taken from him and dragged through the mud, and his daughter had betrayed him.
He died the next year. I remember he passed away a sad and lonely old man.
And so when Kane Price went public several years ago Lorna personally used her monies that she made off her father's company and took a large stake in my bank.
She got a large enough seat that according to the Kane Price company bylaws, I had to give her a fucking seat on my Board of Directors.
And that's when she started going from a pain in the ass to a fucking menace.
I'm fucking 37 years old. I took my company public at the age of 34. I never thought that the culmination of my greatest achievement would mean having to deal with a conniving bitch like Lorna.
"You need my support at this moment, Mason," she says to me now, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sits across from me in my office. "You can't afford to keep me at arm's length."
Fuck her. When she uncrosses her legs, its not sexy. It's just fucking gross. Like I want to fucking throw up. All over her.
Bitch would probably be turned on by it though.
"I can't believe that you're here offering your help to me right now," I tell her, eyeing her offer.
On paper, it's not a bad deal. Lorna comes on board in a new role as Chief Counsel to the CEO and advises on all investment matters. But she also invests several hundred million of her own money into new products that we're launching. The presence of some outside capital then goes along and stabilizes the fucking shareholders because they start thinking that the company is now being run and managed by people who don't go around waving their dick around on camera.
The Board of Directors is made comfortable because they can rest easy that Lorna will keep me in check. And clients see a safer company to park their cash and they invest in our products and we all make lots of money.
It's all about inspiring confidence that we know what the fuck we're doing. Confidence from shareholders, the clients, and the employees. Even if we have no fucking clue which way to go, we always have to project that air of confidence. That's the number one rule of Wall Street, Gorgeous. When in doubt, never say you need help or ask for fucking directions. On Wall Street, it makes you less of a fucking man.
"So you get the higher profile and your face in the newspapers out of this deal?" I ask Lorna, eyeing her reaction. "In private I don't have to fucking look at you, right?"
She's holding her emotions in pretty good ch
eck, because she doesn't flinch at my obvious hatred.
"Well, I'll have a higher profile, dear, that's for sure," she says. "But I think you'll probably have to see me quite a bit more."
"You can do this role by simply emailing me and talking on the phone, you know," I tell her. "It's just for show basically. You're not really going to be setting any policy at this company."
Don't tell me to calm the fuck down, okay?
You're going to say no need to create all this anger on both sides. Just give her what she wants, take her money, and be done with it, right?
But no, Gorgeous.
I want you to understand just one thing.
There is no way in hell I'm letting my company go the way of what she did to her father's company.
None.
"If you really want to have a say as to whether or not I set any policy here, Mason, then you'll do what I say," Lorna says and I see her fangs come out. "Because otherwise I'll go to the Board and tell them that when I tried to help with this proposal you shot me down. Maybe even made a pass at me. And then you'll really be unfit to lead."
I just stare at her. I'm not fucking surprised at this.
"Fine," I tell her. "You fucking win. We'll do it your way."
Lorna smiles. "There's one last condition that isn't on the contractual paperwork yet, dear," she tells me and I see her eyes twinkle evilly as I look at her.