I flush. He’s teasing me? I hope. I blink at him, unsure what to say, and I think he
takes pity on me because he relents. “No, I don’t mind.”
“Did Kate, I mean, Miss Kavanagh, explain what the interview was for?”
“Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be
conferring the degrees at this year’s graduation ceremony.”
Oh! This is news to me, and I’m temporarily pre-occupied by the thought that
someone not much older than me – okay, maybe six years or so, and okay,
mega successful, but still – is going to present me with my degree. I frown,
dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand.
“Good,” I swallow nervously. “I have some questions, Mr. Grey.” I smooth a stray
lock of hair behind my ear.
“I thought you might,” he says, deadpan. He’s laughing at me. My cheeks heat
at the realization, and I sit up and square my shoulders in an attempt to look
taller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I try to
look professional.
“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your
success?” I glance up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely
disappointed.
“Business is all about people, Miss Steele, and I’m very good at judging people. I
know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them,
and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them
well.” He pauses and fixes me with his gray stare. “My belief is to achieve
success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it
inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make
decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot
and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it’s always
down to good people.”
“Maybe you’re just lucky.” This isn’t on Kate’s list – but he’s so arrogant. His eyes
flare momentarily in surprise.
I flush. He’s teasing me? I hope. I blink at him, unsure what to say, and I think hetakes pity on me because he relents. “No, I don’t mind.”“Did Kate, I mean, Miss Kavanagh, explain what the interview was for?”“Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall beconferring the degrees at this year’s graduation ceremony.”Oh! This is news to me, and I’m temporarily pre-occupied by the thought thatsomeone not much older than me – okay, maybe six years or so, and okay,mega successful, but still – is going to present me with my degree. I frown,dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand.“Good,” I swallow nervously. “I have some questions, Mr. Grey.” I smooth a straylock of hair behind my ear.“I thought you might,” he says, deadpan. He’s laughing at me. My cheeks heatat the realization, and I sit up and square my shoulders in an attempt to looktaller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I try tolook professional.“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe yoursuccess?” I glance up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguelydisappointed.“Business is all about people, Miss Steele, and I’m very good at judging people. Iknow how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them,and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward themwell.” He pauses and fixes me with his gray stare. “My belief is to achievesuccess in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know itinside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I makedecisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spotand nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it’s alwaysdown to good people.”“Maybe you’re just lucky.” This isn’t on Kate’s list – but he’s so arrogant. His eyesflare momentarily in surprise.
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