Book TRK
Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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SYDNEY’S POV
I watched Sandra’s retreating figure with a look of amusement. The woman had a flair for the dramatic entries and exits, even when the situation didn’t call for it. As soon as Sandra was out of sight, I glanced back at Mark who had turned around on the wheels of his wheelchair to fix the zipper of his hospital pants.
His amnesia didn’t take away his feelings of self awareness at least, I thought. knew what had happened a few seconds before I arrived at the door. I did hear her coming about him not being S*xually active or something.
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Mark turned back to face me, his brows arching up as though he was silently daring me to comment on his situation. And I felt heat creeping up my n*eck all because I was fighting back a laugh. Even with his memory gone, Mark still wouldn’t stop acting tough. Talk about the kind of egoistic consistency that ran in one’s veins.
I folded my arms over my ch*st and walked into the room as nonchalantly as I could, and with a pointed look, I took in his appearance from his hair to his b*refeet.
“You know, most people would be mortified to get caught with their pants undone in public,” I quipped sarcastically.
“But then again, you never were ‘most people, to begin with.”
His l*ps a slid into a light, unabashed grin
“What can I say? I must have been a trendsetter. Anyway, I’m glad that you came in on time, I was almost raped my supposed fiance–to–be. Or might I say…ex fiance.”
I rolled my eyes and pretended not to hear his quip about Sandra. Whatever drama happened between them had nothing to do with me.
Instead, I fixed Mark with a challenging stare and stretched out five fingers in front of his face. “How many is this?”
Mark scoffed. He looked like he was affronted by my audacity to test his mental faculties. Did amnesiacs also somehow lose memories of certain words or phrases? Because I was tempted to tell him; “beggars can’t be choosers“, with how insulted he looked because I’d asked him that. I only have amnesia, not a full–on lobotomy. Don’t treat me like a child.”
I retorted, “Then how do I know you’re not just pretending to be smart? If your memory is truly intact, a simple counting exercise shouldn’t be an issue,” then waved my outstretched hand in front of his face again, “So, how many?”
He fixed me with a glower that could almost peel paint, but I knew there was no real power or grudge behind it anyway. It’s not like he even remembered whatever past grudges he held: “Five,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “It’s damn five fingers. Happy now?”
I nodded satisfactorily, although I didn’t allow the smile on my face to form fully. I changed my hand position to hold up three fingers this time..
“And how many is this?”
“Three,” Mark huffed out withan exasperated sigh,
“It’s three fingers. I’m not an idiot, contrary to what you might believe.”
“I’m glad we’ve established that much.” My l*ps twitched into a smirk before my expression sobered again. I observed Mark with an appraising look, as I quickly articulated my next words. in my head before saying it out.
The annual GT Group shareholders‘ meeting is coming up next month. Thanks to your mother’s publicity stunt about your amnesia, a lot of investors are getting antsy. They’re questioning, whether you’re still fit to be at the helm as company president.”
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He was staring at me quite tensely but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking
The not saying I agree with their assessment, I clarified evenly. “But you can’t afford to be
pared. This shareholders meeting could very well decide whether you get to keep your seat on the board of directors”
Mark wasn’t looking like be understood the gravity of what was going on. Had it been that he was his previous self, Mark wouldn’t go down easy to watch an empire he had built his entire life being toiled with.
“But I don’t remember anything. Can you help me prepare?”
“Sorry, but I can’t. I don’t know the first thing about your shareholders or the inner workings of GT Group:
I paused and gave him a meaningful look.
“But I did bring you someone who can help.
With a subtle clap of my hands, I gestured to the doorway, where the sharply dressed man
entered.
As usual Mark’s assistant still carried himself with the same air of professionalism despite the bandage wrapped around his head. He was carrying some documents in his hand.
“This is your assistant, I explained, motioning for the man to come closer.
“He was also in that car accident with you, but luckily, his memory is still intact. He knows more about your work situation and CT Group’s affairs than I ever could.”
The assistant have a polite nod of greeting.
“Hello, Mr. Torres. It’s good to see you up and well.”
Mark nodded blankly as the man fl*pped the document open showing page after page of meticulously compiled information.
“I’ve put together a comprehensive report detailing your current workload, major upcoming projects, and background on the key players within the company, including brief profiles on the members of the board and their potential concerns.
Hearing Mark’s assistant talk and walk him through the contents of the document, I felt a bit jealous. Might be needless to say, but I did. I wouldn’t mind with so much if I also had someone as loyal as him as my assistant. But at the end of the day, people are usually loyal to the people who, through them, they get to pay their bills.
“Good job,” I praised the assistant anyway.
“After this shareholders‘ meeting, make sure Mark gives you a well–deserved promotion and raise. Maybe even a bonus for going so above and beyond.”
The faintest of smiles lighted up around the corners of the man’s m*uth, but he still kept his professional demeanor.
“Thank you, I’m just doing my job. And I’ll do my absolute best to help prepare the president.” I made an approving nod before looking down at my watch with a small frown.
“I should get going. I have another meeting across town in thirty minutes.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Then looked back up at Mark until we stared at each other for a good five seconds.
“You two have plenty to discuss. Get acquainted with all those details.”
Mark looked a bit disappointed, perhap, it was the faintest traces of a memory trying to resurface? If that was it, that would probably be the best thing to tone everything back to how it
was.
“Aren’t you going to stay? Help me sort through all of this?” I was already shaking my head before he finished talking.
“No, in fact, I probably won’t come to see you again,” I said.
Maybe you don’t remember, but I’ve always said keeping an appropriate distance from an ex- husband is one of my core principles. I’ve done what I can to point you in the right direction.
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Your assistant is already here to put you through everything like we said earlier, so need any further help from me.”
I added this with one last smile.
“Good luck, Mark. Goodbye.”
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