Chapter Sixteen
Damien’s POV
“You have until tomorrow to bring me decent proposals, or you can clear out your desks.”
I was close to throwing something at my incompetent staff
I glared down at the long table. Once they were sufficiently shitting their pants, I pushed my chair back and stormed out of the boardroom.
My secretary opened the door as I left.
My competitors had poached several of my top designers with lucrative offers. They would regret stealing from
- me.
I gritted my teeth.
My company wasn’t producing enough profitable jewelry pieces. I needed to find new talent fast, or our profits would plummet. But those freeloaders hadn’t come up with a single decent idea.
“Mr. Kent,” my secretary said as she hurried behind me. “I’ve spoken to several of our store managers.‘
Inodded, turning
a “er.
“Customers have been requesting jewelry from the new designer, Rosemary.”
“At all the stores?” I asked, intrigued.
“About ninety percent of stores.”
I threw open my office door and let her slip off my suit jacket. My mind turned as I sat at my desk.
“Just Rosemary? No last name?”
“No sir,” she said, putting my jacket on a hanger. “I believe it is a pseudonym.”
“I don’t want your beliefs. I want facts. Bring them to me,” said as I turned on my PC. “With an Americano.”
“Right away, Mr. Kent.”
When the screen booted up, Celeste beamed up at me with our baby in her arms. I scowled. I’d set my wallpaper five years ago and never bothered to change it.
“That will be all.”
The door clicked closed, and I set to work. I learned a long time ago that if you want something done properly, you’ve got to do it yourself.
I spent the next hour researching Rosemary.
I sipped my coffee as I scoured the internet. There were many articles and social media posts praising her work, but nothing about her identity. Through my search, I saw why there was so much buzz. Her pieces were well- crafted and original.
She was exactly what I needed.
I called my connections in the jewelry industry. No one knew her identity, but they were impressed. My foot tapped as my frustration grew.
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I needed to sign her before anyone else did.
A tentative knock sounded at my door. I sighed it meant failure.
“Yes, Miss Wilson?”
My secretary came in and stood with her hands clasped in front of her.
“Mr. Kent, I could not uncover much information about Rosemary’s identity.” She swallowed. “She arrived on the jewelry scene a little over two months ago. Her work is in high demand.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
I was disappointed but not surprised. If I couldn’t find anything, how would she?
“That’s all I found on Rosemary.”
I sat back. “Go on.”
“There is a design exhibition this week that several big names in jewelry are attending. It may be a good place to scout for talent.”
It wasn’t what I’d hoped for, but it was a suitable alternative. I’d do more digging into Rosemary at the event.
“Send the details to my email.”
“Right away, sir.”
My phone rang as she left. I furrowed my eyebrows and picked up. It was my private banker.
“Good afternoon, Damien.”
“I’m busy now, John. Is it anything urgent?” I asked.
“Your wife’s credit card has been maxed out. I wanted to find out if you needed me to raise your credit limit.”
How was that possible? Celeste hadn’t once come close to reaching the limit since I opened the account when we got married.
Was Vanessa having a field day with my money?
“Send me the account statements. I’ll need to go over them before I decide.”
He said, “I’ll send them right away.”
“Thanks, John.”
I hung up and dialed Vanessa.
“Hey, babe!” Her sickly sweet voice came through. “This is such a pleasant surprise. You never call me when you’re at work.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Vanessa. My banker just called me. I said, serious. “How did you max out my credit card?”
The line was silent for a moment.
“Damien, please don’t get mad. I was only doing what I thought was best for Bonnie.”
I narrowed my eyes.
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“Explain.”
“I wasn’t happy with the standard of her preschool.” Concern colored her voice. “I found an internationally renowned kindergarten that suits our daughter better.”
This was unexpected. Vanessa didn’t have a single maternal bone in her body. For once, she hadn’t disappointed
- me.
My blood pressure dropped to a healthy level.
I said, “But the tuition must be ridiculous to max out my card.”
“Babe, I only want the best for Bonnie. This school is well worth the money. They even offer a transport service.”
“Fine,” I relented. “But going forward, discuss all matters surrounding Bonnie with me first.”
“Sure thing, babe.” she said.
I hung up and cracked my neck. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about Vanessa taking Bonnie to school late or forgetting to fetch her.
My PC screen lit up.
John had sent me the email with the account statements. I clicked on them and examined the transactions.
My jaw dropped as I scrolled.
Bonnie’s preschool tuition was nestled between countless other payments Vanessa had made. It was only a fraction of the total amount. She had spent exuberant amounts at high end boutiques and hotel spas.
Blood rushed to my head.
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