Chapter 3 Let Her Speak Lesley

I stood up from the part I was seated in and went to a corner where my voice and face could be seen, Lesley followed my movements with eyes and stared me down, and I graciously returned the favour. She was no longer intimidating at that moment.

"Why must a system we are used to be changed? And about the relinquishing of staff. I believe every individual here is most capable of running this advertising business without any sort of impairment. Though they have weaknesses, we all complement each other and I'm not saying it's a family business..."

"That would be enough" I was cut short by Agatha, and I forgot how much she intimidated me and stood up from the chair.

"You would sit down, miss...."

"Donovan. I would not sit until I'm listened to" I said stubbornly, knowing this was a rather stupid thing to do.

"Let her speak Lesley," a chill voice from the end of the table said. Though reluctant, she settled down, an ugly scowl remaining on her face.

"Thank you," I said . "My intentions are clear and I mean no harm but the transfer of this company was in no way due to the inefficiency of staff, it was rather poor financial management and I trust your presence here would create a positive turn for everybody involved. I just wish you would not destroy the working culture and relationship. So with all due respect ma'am and sir. I would like you to reconsider" I said and let out a sigh.

The room roared in applause and the sounds of my name, as quick as the noise had started, went down when he stood up. The boss.

"Miss Donovan, I appreciate your consideration. But we would still carry out our syllabus the way we deem fit and if your observations are accurate and if you are all as efficient as you claim then it's good for you. I believe Lesley would now share the program of performance for you." He got up and made to leave the room.

I followed him, I don't know if he saw me follow him, but he didn't bother to turn.

"Mr Finn!" I called out and he continued walking towards his office. I had to walk faster so I could catch up with him.

I followed him to the head office which the previous owner used to occupy and it was different from what it had been. They had installed sun shields and the office was cold and darker than it had been, they had replaced the desk with a more expensive mahogany, and odd as it was, I preferred this place as it was.

He went around and sat down on the chair behind the desk, he took out a cigarette and lit it up before finally, he turned his icy glare on me.

"You followed me up Mrs Donovan, I'm guessing it's serious. Sit down" he said, his voice sending a chill down my spine. I guessed smoking was just a bad habit because he looked civil and level-headed enough.

I settled down on the chair opposite him and placed my hands on my lap, hoping to make an impression. Though I suspected I already had.

"It's Miss" I corrected subconsciously. "Not particularly sir, I wanted to thank you for taking my consideration into consideration. I didn't mean no harm to either you or your...." I said not knowing how to address Trunchbull

"My assistant." He finished for me.

"Yes, her." I completed

"I am not going to sack you, Miss Donovan." He said indifferently. For a reason best known to me, I let out a laugh and he remained unflinching, he didn't even look at me. I see why he was able to buy this company from Mr Gerald.

"I guess, I should go now," I said and turned to leave.

"Miss Donovan" his voice called out, calmly. "I appreciated your opinion," he said and levelled his gaze on me. I returned the look and smiled, holding his glare for a few seconds before I turned and finally went in.

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I got home late, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep but my curiosity was peaking.

I made it for my system immediately and researched Finance Ltd. I saw nothing but the business franchise and all it entailed, I combed through the internet and continued to look for answers. Who was this devil's son whose intention was to disturb the peace of my mind?

'Matt Finn of Finnco out with a beautiful model'

'Matt Finn makes yet another brilliant takeover'

''Matt Finn the most eligible bachelor in Seattle'

These were the headlines I kept seeing and I was getting irked.

What could be so great about this Matthew Finn, well many things. The way his eyes smouldered when he looked at you, his brilliant choices of words and not to omit, his exceptional heartlessness towards potential competitors.

The momentary distraction from Nick was appreciated and I enjoyed finding new dirt about him. I saw some other interesting news but his private life was private. Surprisingly.

I made it a point to do even more deeper research on him, I was in advertising, and research was my niche.

I cradled in my pyjamas and spent the rest of the night eating Pizza and stalking Matt Finn. I was dozing off when the research started to get interesting. I clicked on a headline that read 'The Matthew Finn scandal'. I was desperate for information and this one seemed interesting.

'The untold story of Matthew Finn.......

Thirty minutes later I was dumbfounded, what had I just read? The pizza no longer fit into my mouth maybe because of overfeeding or maybe I had just swallowed a difficult yet interesting piece of information.

How could it even be biologically possible that a man that young could create a man that big, Matthew Finn was not more than forty, and from the bio I just saw online he was forty-one in August.

So how was he the father of my ex-boyfriend?!!!!!!