GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Sidney looked down at the pleat on his pants and began to pick at a tiny piece of lint. "Is that the final offer?" he asked without looking up. He stretched his legs out in front of him, relaxing his six foot frame before assuming an attentive pose.
Grant hesitated a second before clearing his throat and continuing. "Yes. There weren't any problems." He pushed the portfolio across the desk and then leaned back in the chair. "I'd say that one more meeting should finalize it. Just give me the date you'd like it finished by." He took off his glasses and looked down at the portfolio. "Can I say something? Obtaining the controlling interest in a dance company, a financially stagnant dance company, isn't a smart investment."
Three secretaries came into the office and began to lay out materials for a meeting on the large conference table across the room. Sidney watched as each of the women deposited agendas, portfolios, and water glasses in front of the twelve seats. They finished their task and two of the women walked out. One stood at the door, waiting for Sidney to acknowledge her.
"Yes, Rebecca?" he asked.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Rutherford?" Her smile suggested more than a professional relationship with him.
"Conference call to Tokyo, please."
"It's already been arranged, sir."
"Thank you," he replied, returning her smile. He watched her walk out and close the door. The faint scent of her spicy perfume lingered in the air. It was faint enough that only he could smell it and appreciate the memory of the sweet taste of her blood that it triggered. He looked back at Grant and frowned. "Now, what was your problem? Oh yes, the dance company. This is more than a business venture, Grant." He glanced toward a neat stack of newspaper clippings and reached for one with a picture. The photo was of a young ballerina holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and a pair of toe shoes in the other. He turned it toward Grant "This is why I want the dance company. I want it for her."