She’d followed in her mother’s footsteps, not realizing Jeremy Archer had been too traumatized by the loss of his wife to want to see her audacious nature reflected in their only child.
“Do you think Ramona sees it that way?” Jeremy asked. “Or perhaps she would prefer a father not lost in a bottle.”
Madison shrugged. “It’s not something we discuss.”
“Nevertheless, the destruction of her father’s business, followed by him losing everything to bankruptcy, would hurt her a great deal. Don’t you think?”
Madison pulled her phone from her purse with an almost negligent move belied by the blue fire in her gaze. “You have exactly fifteen seconds to take that tactic for coercion off the table.”
“Or what?”
“Ten.”
And for the first time in Viktor’s memory, infallible businessman Jeremy Archer made a mistake in negotiating. He silently called his daughter’s bluff.
He believed that because she had no interest in business, Madison was not capable of the same level of ruthlessness as he was.
Viktor knew from personal experience that just because a parent and child lived very different lives, it did not mean that they shared no common personality traits.
Madison pressed her phone to her ear.
“Don’t,” Viktor said.
Madison just shook her head. “I’m sorry, Viktor.”
There would be only one reason for her to apologize to him. Whatever she had planned would have a detrimental effect on AIH and, by default, Viktor’s job and livelihood.
The possible implications were still firming in his brain as she made contact with the lawyer in charge of the Madison Trust. “Hello, Mr. Bellingham. I need you to draw some papers up for me. I’m texting you the instructions now.”
Seconds later the lawyer’s agitated tones came through her phone.
Madison listened for a moment in silence and then replied. “Yes, he knows. He’s sitting right here. In fact, he’s the one who put this in motion.”
The fact the unflappable Bellingham was still speaking loudly enough for Viktor to almost make out his words said something about the nature of Madison’s instructions.
“I am absolutely certain, and Mr. Bellingham? If your firm wishes to keep the Madison Trust as a client in sixty-five days when it falls under my control, I suggest you have those papers ready for me to sign when I stop by your office later this afternoon.”
Another spate of conversation, this time quieter.
“Thank you, Mr. Bellingham.”
Madison tucked her phone back into her purse and faced her father, her expression daring him to ask what she’d done.
Jeremy remained stubbornly silent, or maybe he was in too much shock to react. He had to realize the likely content of those papers, or maybe he didn’t.
Maybe Jeremy Archer was under the mistaken impression that Archer International Holdings was important enough to his daughter that she would not do what Viktor was almost positive she had done.
“What do the papers say?” Viktor asked, unwilling to make decisions based on assumptions.
“As you know, because of the financial deal Grandfather Madison made with Jeremy upon his marriage to my mother, the Madison Trust holds twenty-five percent of the privately held shares in Archer International Holdings.”
“Those shares are your heritage,” Jeremy said.
“Romi is my friend.”
“So you gave her some of your shares?” Viktor asked with no real hope it could be that simple.
“If Mr. Grayson’s company is under threat from AIH or any company remotely affiliated with it, at one minute past midnight on my twenty-fifth birthday, all of those shares will be signed over to Harry Grayson personally. Not his company.”
“You cannot do that!”
“I can.” Madison looked more like her father in that moment than at any other time Viktor had known her.
“And if his company is not under threat?” Viktor asked, suspecting that Jeremy’s calling his daughter’s threat had precipitated some kind of permanent action on her part.
“Half of my shares will be signed over to Romi.”
Jeremy stood up, his face flushing with color, his eyes narrowed in fury. “You will not sign those papers.”
“I will.” Conversely, Madison relaxed back into her chair. “You had your chance to take my friend’s happiness off the table as a negotiating point, but you refused to take it.”
“That’s insane,” Steven Whitley said, speaking up for the first time since his introduction to Madison. “Even half of your shares are valued at tens of millions.”
“Romi won’t have to worry about her drunk of a father ruining her life, will she?” Madison asked her father, as if he’d been the one to bring up the point of the shares’ value.
Jeremy slammed his hand on the table. “I am not ruining your life, Madison, you’ve done a fair job of that yourself.”
“No, I haven’t, but I don’t expect you to believe me.”
“You are not giving away twelve and a half percent of my company!”
Viktor didn’t know if Jeremy realized he’d just effectively taken the third prong of his threats off the table. No way was he going to allow Harry Grayson Sr. to own twenty-five percent of AIH.
Jeremy and Madison were too much alike. Both would go to extreme measures for what was most important to them. The problem was that while Madison was very important to Jeremy, she did not believe it and Jeremy was willfully blind to what Madison needed from him.
Beyond that Archer International Holdings came first with Jeremy, and the people she cared about came first with Madison. Right now, those two priorities were in direct conflict.
Things were going to go completely pear-shaped if Viktor didn’t take control.
“Sit down, Jeremy,” Viktor instructed the older man in a tone that was respectful, but firm.
With a glare for his daughter, Jeremy returned to his seat.
“This meeting has derailed and I believe it is time to regroup.”
Jeremy nodded.
Viktor stood and straightened his suit jacket before walking around the table and offering his hand to Madison. “Come with me.”
“What are you doing, Viktor?” Jeremy asked, his expression considering.
The man knew that AIH sat near the top of Viktor’s priority list, too. The company was the conduit for his own plans and no chance was he starting over because of the father-daughter issues of its owner.
“Madison and I have some things to discuss.”
Steven frowned at him. “You are not the only candidate, you know. This contract was offered to four of us.”
“I am the only one who matters.”
An infinitesimal quirk of his boss’s mouth said he knew that was true, but he said, “I believe that is up to Madison.”
The lady in question made a sound of disparagement. “Right. If the decision is mine to make, I assume it’s to be from the men you included in this meeting. One of whom was already engaged, another is old enough