Chapter 14: Setting Up the Endgame

I can tell already that I’m being shuffled aside so the author can use my voice without my consciousness. Well, as long as these two beauties continue to cuddle with me at night, I’ll suffer the insult.

“They can’t stop me from controlling the company, no matter what kind of shit they pull,” Dora cried. “I have a hundred shares Uncle Bernie gave me on my twenty-first birthday. They were worthless then, but they are enough to give me control until the will is read and I get the rest of them.”

“I’ve got a live offer from my boss of $200,000 for your entire interest in your uncle’s holdings,” Beef said. “That’s more than I can give you, but he’s willing to give you this just because you’re with me.”

“$200,000? What do I need to do?” Dora asked with stars in her eyes. “It’s just a filthy construction company. He can have it.”

“Sign over your holdings and a letter of agreement. He’ll deposit $200k to your account. It’s that easy.”

“I’ll do it. Then I can live a life of luxury and not worry about anything else,” Dora said.

It was clear she had no idea of the value of anything over a few hundred dollars. Beef grinned at her naïveté. The boss would be pleased to get his hands on Davis Construction. It had all the licenses needed to work in this part of the greater metro area. He could expand it with his own workers and drive Miranda K into his pocket.

As for Beef, he’d get a nice bonus from the boss and he could leave the shrewish Dora behind. He had a couple more tricks, though, that would give him the mansion and everything in it.

“Dora, baby, I can make your life better than a mere $200k,” he said. “Marry me and I’ll move all my personal assets into a joint account. We can cut the tax burden in half by teaming up together.”

“You’re so good to me, Beef.”

Dora had no further interest in the muscleman. And she still had a bone to pick with him. Cal was supposed to be dead, not disappeared. Right now, there was still the possibility that Bernie’s will might mention Cal and then it would be tied up in probate for months until he was finally declared dead. Even then, she’d have to wait for his will to be read before she could claim all his portion of the assets. For now, it was better to play along with Beef and get him to keep supporting her. She’d get rid of him later.

“You want Miranda K. I’ve still got twenty-four percent of the company. The company is worth $200 million. I’ll give you the whole of my share of the company for $50 million cash. They’ve got a fucking FinCEN agent investigating me. I need to get out of town now,” Marcus said when he met with Rex.

“Twenty-four percent isn’t control,” Rex said. “I’ll give you $10 million. You need to get out of town. Go!”

“There’s more. You’ve got Davis Construction in your pocket now, but that stupid twat of a niece doesn’t know half of it. Bernie Davis owned another twenty-four percent. You should be able to get it from her for next to nothing. Certainly, that info is worth something, isn’t it?” Marcus insisted.

He’d just given up the information without an agreement. He was just too desperate right now to care any longer. Agent Jordan Grant had been on his tail for over a week now and once Anya gave him full access to the company books, Marcus would be through. He already had his ticket for the Cayman Islands.

“That’s still only forty-eight percent. It’s good, but not a majority,” Rex said. “You’ve been a good boy, though. I’ll raise my offer to twelve million. Don’t push your luck.”

“I’ll take it. Transfer it in crypto to my account and I’ll give you one more bit that will help you acquire the rest of Miranda K.”

Rex turned to his computer and made the massive transfer in crypto currency to Marcus as Marcus signed the transfer agreement for his shares of Miranda K. They were worthless to him now.

“What’s your last bit of information?” Rex demanded.