He was right.
“Of course we have the money, but I’m not fucking giving it to him,” his father said.
Dufort Hotels was a thriving hotel business worth billions of dollars. They had seventeen hotels in seven countries around the world. As the CEO, he knew about every loan, deal, and project in the organization.
“No, we’re not paying him. We’re fucking Dufort’s. We do not pay blackmailers, no matter what the title before their name is,” Daniel growled. “Nor would the board agree to this.”
Hopefully, they’d never find out either.
Something like this could seriously destabilize them and affect their share price. Unless he found a way out of this, he may have no damn choice but to marry Nadia.
Could he actually go through with it? Daniel ran his hand through his dark, wavy hair, fighting the urge to punch a wall.
“God damn it, I’m not marrying Nadia.”
“Twenty fifth of February, the senator is announcing the engagement if the payment is not made.”
Daniel shook his head.
He was going to find a way out of this. He had a number on his phone he was calling as soon as his father left. Someone who could find things out, working a little outside the law. Someone you wanted on your team when you were being royally screwed.
But it was going to cost him.
“Daniel, we need to be prepared for this not to go our way.”
My way, you mean. I’ll be the one saying wedding vows.
He ground his teeth.
“I’ll get my lawyers drafting a prenup while I’m on the islands.” Daniel said.
He was flying to Hawaii the next day. Fletcher had been approached by a production company about filming in their hotel and, unfortunately, the timing conflicted with a medical procedure.
He’d asked Daniel to go on his behalf.
It was no secret their Waikiki hotel was one of his favorites, and Daniel had mentioned wanting to be more visible around their regions now he was in the top job. Plus, he was looking forward to getting away from the snow New York City was known for in February.
Unless a miracle occurred, he would return to Manhattan preparing to marry a woman he could barely stand.
Hopefully, the Obamas would be in residence in Hawaii, and hosting a party or two. A few sexy distractions sounded pretty good about now.