company, Winslow Wines, shall be given to my only child, Fiona Rose Winslow, to oversee and run to the best of her ability and to keep the family company for generations to come.”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “No. I’m moving to New York.”
“This is what your father wanted, Fiona,” my Uncle Robbie spoke. “If he didn’t think you could do it, he wouldn’t have put you in charge of something he built from nothing.”
“You have got to be kidding me.” I got up from my chair and paced around the office. “I don’t know the first thing about running a company.”
“I’ll be here to help you,” Uncle Robbie spoke.
“And what about the board of directors? Do you think they’re going to stand for this?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Devin spoke. “Your father was the majority shareholder, which has been passed on to you. They have no choice but to back you.”
“And if I don’t want it?”
“Then you can sell your shares, the company, and destroy everything your father worked so hard to build.”
Chapter 6
Fiona
Guilt. Pure guilt. That was what they were throwing at me. What the hell did I know about running a company? What if I failed and then I’d have to live with the guilt for letting my father down for the rest of my life. Was this something I could do? Hell if I knew. I was business smart. I always had been and I know that it broke my father’s heart when I refused to come work for him. But I was angry. Angry that he cheated on my mother, divorced her, destroyed our family, and married Rachel. The best way I could handle my anger was to distance myself from him. It was what I did. But then my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and I had to turn to him. He was there for me, helping me and my mom. He supported me through it all. He was the strength I needed to get through it when I had nobody else, and he was there for me when she died.
“Okay.” I sighed. “Where do I sign?”
Uncle Robbie looked at me with a smile and held out his hand.
“Welcome to Winslow Wines, Fiona.”
Placing my hand in his, I gave an unsure smile. I had a feeling my life was about to change drastically.
****
“I cannot believe you’re taking over your father’s company!” Lydia exclaimed.
Rolling my eyes, I spoke, “Me either.”
“Well, at least you’re staying in Cali and not moving across the country.” She smiled.
“True. Even though I was kind of looking forward to the change.”
“Thanks for dinner.” She got up from the booth and kissed my cheek. “I have to go get ready to meet Paul.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Hell yes, I’m nervous. I hate blind dates.”
“Then why did you agree to go out with him?”
“Because I’m desperate to find a man.” She pouted. “Spare me your lecture.” She put her hand up.
I laughed. “Call me tomorrow and let me know how it went.”
“I will. Talk to you soon.”
As I was finishing my drink, I gasped when a man slid into the seat across from me. Not just any ordinary man. The man with the dreamy eyes from the casino.
“Well, hello there.” He smiled. “Remember me?”
The corners of my mouth curved upwards as I pursed my lips.
“No.”
He narrowed his left eye at me and cocked his head. “You’re lying. Why not just admit that you remember me?”
“Wait a minute. You’re that guy who took my seat at the casino and refused to get up.”
“And you’re that girl who told me no and then proceeded to beat the hell out of someone’s beautiful car in the parking garage.” He smirked.
Damn, he was sexy. Wow. I looked down because I swore I was dripping out of my panties. Black designer tailored suit. Expensive, may I add. Hair perfectly styled. Five o’clock shadow that I loved on men so much. But he was full of himself and cocky as shit. Two things I hated most.
“So why did you do it?” he asked as he took the glass from my hand and took a sip of my drink.
“Excuse me. Get your own drink.” I took my glass