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Author: Linda Francis Lee
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Sex in the workplace
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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: Julia Boudreaux
     Katherine Bloom
From: Chloe Sinclair
Subject: Bad feeling
Why
do I get the feeling that you are hiding something, Julia? You're the
one with the thing for
Mel Gibson, not me.
Chloe -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Â
TWO
There were warriors, and then there were warriors. Sterling Prescott
had never held a sword in his life, but there was no question that
there wasn't a person who had dealt with the man who didn't regard him
with respect and even a little fear. He went after what he wanted, and
he got it. The only bloodshed involved, however, was the red ink on the
accounting ledgers of other men who couldn't make their businesses
work. Sterling was known for going in, buying them out, then handing
the enterprise over
to his team of experts to turn it around. Or sell it off in pieces.
Soon all that red ink turned to black. Or, as some had said, the red
turned to gold. Sterling Prescott was
a corporate raider par excellence.
Sterling paced the confines of his suite at the Hilton Hotel. He
couldn't believe he was in El Paso, Texas. But he was, all because he
had fired Trey Tanner.
Hell.
Though that was the least of his concerns just then. He couldn't
believe he'd nearly had sex in a hotel bathroom with a woman he had
never laid eyes on before like he was no better than a sex-crazed
adolescent.
He was many things, but not that. He was the oldest son of the St.
Louis-based Prescott family, was
CEO to Prescott Media, and had single-handedly brought the company back
from near ruin after his father had done his best to run it into the
ground.
Trey Tanner, apparently, had wanted to do the same sort of thing.
" Sterling, really, " Trey had
pleaded, " if we help these women save
their station, it will go a long
way toward changing your ... I mean, our reputation. "
Sterling swore an oath. He was not some knight in shining armor. And he
wasn't in the business of doling out charity to every needy Tom, Dick,
or even Mary. Hell, in order to save the family business, he'd had to
look at the world around him with a detached, business eye. No emotion.
No sentimentality. He'd had to get the job done. And he had.
Prescott Media was the fastest growing family-owned media conglomerate
in the country. Sterling had every intention of continuing that growth.
KTEX TV was the next jewel in his crown. The jewel would already be in
place if Trey Tanner hadn't gotten emotional about the situation. Now
it was Sterling's job to clean up the mess and close the deal. And it
would be a deal. For Prescott Media. KTEX TV was
deep in debt and without a viable plan to put it back in the black
anytime soon.
Just Sterling's sort of station.
Picking up his cell phone, he dialed. A receptionist came on the line.
"Prescott Media. How may I direct your call?"
"Connect me to Betty Taylor."
"One moment, please."
Over the years, he had made a point of retaining a polite distance from
everyone at Prescott Media. He didn't give parties, he didn't stand
around and chat, just as he didn't give interviews to newspapers or
magazines. He kept to himself, working behind the scenes. He liked the
anonymity that it carried. Not
that beautiful women and powerful men didn't seek him out. They did. He
dated often. Many women over the years. He enjoyed them all. Gave them
pleasure, took his own. Then moved on. His focus
was on rebuilding the family business.
More than once his grandmother had said that he needed to slow down, to
start living. Even he knew
that rebuilding was no longer an accurate term in reference to the work
being done at Prescott Media. They had rebuilt. He and his family had
more money than they could ever spend. But work was
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: Julia Boudreaux
     Katherine Bloom
From: Chloe Sinclair
Subject: Bad feeling
Why
do I get the feeling that you are hiding something, Julia? You're the
one with the thing for
Mel Gibson, not me.
Chloe -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Â
TWO
There were warriors, and then there were warriors. Sterling Prescott
had never held a sword in his life, but there was no question that
there wasn't a person who had dealt with the man who didn't regard him
with respect and even a little fear. He went after what he wanted, and
he got it. The only bloodshed involved, however, was the red ink on the
accounting ledgers of other men who couldn't make their businesses
work. Sterling was known for going in, buying them out, then handing
the enterprise over
to his team of experts to turn it around. Or sell it off in pieces.
Soon all that red ink turned to black. Or, as some had said, the red
turned to gold. Sterling Prescott was
a corporate raider par excellence.
Sterling paced the confines of his suite at the Hilton Hotel. He
couldn't believe he was in El Paso, Texas. But he was, all because he
had fired Trey Tanner.
Hell.
Though that was the least of his concerns just then. He couldn't
believe he'd nearly had sex in a hotel bathroom with a woman he had
never laid eyes on before like he was no better than a sex-crazed
adolescent.
He was many things, but not that. He was the oldest son of the St.
Louis-based Prescott family, was
CEO to Prescott Media, and had single-handedly brought the company back
from near ruin after his father had done his best to run it into the
ground.
Trey Tanner, apparently, had wanted to do the same sort of thing.
" Sterling, really, " Trey had
pleaded, " if we help these women save
their station, it will go a long
way toward changing your ... I mean, our reputation. "
Sterling swore an oath. He was not some knight in shining armor. And he
wasn't in the business of doling out charity to every needy Tom, Dick,
or even Mary. Hell, in order to save the family business, he'd had to
look at the world around him with a detached, business eye. No emotion.
No sentimentality. He'd had to get the job done. And he had.
Prescott Media was the fastest growing family-owned media conglomerate
in the country. Sterling had every intention of continuing that growth.
KTEX TV was the next jewel in his crown. The jewel would already be in
place if Trey Tanner hadn't gotten emotional about the situation. Now
it was Sterling's job to clean up the mess and close the deal. And it
would be a deal. For Prescott Media. KTEX TV was
deep in debt and without a viable plan to put it back in the black
anytime soon.
Just Sterling's sort of station.
Picking up his cell phone, he dialed. A receptionist came on the line.
"Prescott Media. How may I direct your call?"
"Connect me to Betty Taylor."
"One moment, please."
Over the years, he had made a point of retaining a polite distance from
everyone at Prescott Media. He didn't give parties, he didn't stand
around and chat, just as he didn't give interviews to newspapers or
magazines. He kept to himself, working behind the scenes. He liked the
anonymity that it carried. Not
that beautiful women and powerful men didn't seek him out. They did. He
dated often. Many women over the years. He enjoyed them all. Gave them
pleasure, took his own. Then moved on. His focus
was on rebuilding the family business.
More than once his grandmother had said that he needed to slow down, to
start living. Even he knew
that rebuilding was no longer an accurate term in reference to the work
being done at Prescott Media. They had rebuilt. He and his family had
more money than they could ever spend. But work was
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