Madison tucked her purse under her arm. “Okay.”
“Just a minute,” Jeremy said.
Viktor turned to face him. “I know what you want.”
“But—”
“Have I ever neglected your interests in a negotiation?”
“No.” Jeremy got that implacable look he was known for on his face. “Just remember that Madison’s cooperation isn’t the only thing on the line right now.”
Viktor wasn’t surprised by the threat, or even bothered by it.
He’d spent ten years working for this man and his ultimate goal was finally in reach. Viktor wasn’t about to let it pass him by.
MADDIE FOLLOWED VIK into Le Mason, not at all surprised when the maître d’ found them a table in a quiet corner in the perpetually busy restaurant, popular with tourists and locals alike.
“Did you eat breakfast?” he asked.
She shook her head, not even pretending to herself that shredding Romi’s offering of chocolate pastries counted as actually ingesting calories.
He ordered the restaurant’s specialty pancakes for her and coffee for himself.
“Did you bring me here to remind me of friendlier days?” she asked, sure she knew the answer.
“I brought you here because you used to crave their banana pancakes and I hoped to tempt you to eat.” His six-foot-four-inch frame should have looked awkward in the medium-sized dining chair, but he didn’t.
With his dark hair brushed back in a businessman’s cut, his square jaw shaved smooth of dark stubble and a body most athletes would be jealous of covered in a tailored Italian suit, nothing about Viktor Beck could be described as awkward.
Doing her best to ignore his sheer masculine perfection, Maddie adjusted her napkin over her lap. “How did you know I hadn’t already?”
“I guessed.”
“I used to stop eating when I was stressed.” She was surprised he remembered.
“Are you saying that’s changed?”
“No.” Too much was the same, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.
She had to remember that Vik’s interests here were aligned squarely with her father’s. Not Maddie’s. He’d made that clear six years ago and nothing had changed since.
Yes, Vik had gotten Conrad focused on curtailing the media frenzy around Perry’s supposed breakup interview, but he’d done it for the sake of the company. Again...not Maddie.
Whatever his agenda now, it had the welfare of AIH as the end goal, she was sure of it. And if she got swept along with the tide, so be it.
“Give me the bullet points of the contract.” She was morbidly curious about what her father had done to entice a man like Viktor Beck, or Maxwell Black for that matter, to marry her.
Vik’s dark brows rose. “You trust me to tell you everything important?”
Answering honestly wouldn’t just make a lie of her earlier words, but it would make her a fool. “I’ll read it later to make sure.”
“Your father accepts that you will not be his successor.”
“What was his first clue?” She’d refused to get a degree in business and had fended off every request, demand and even plea for her to take a job at the company.
“Do you really need me to enumerate them for you?”
“No.”
“Suffice it to say, Jeremy has finally accepted you are never going to be CEO of Archer International Holdings.” Vik’s deep tones were tinged with more satisfaction than disappointment at that pronouncement.
“It would certainly set a roadblock in your own career path if I were.”
His espresso eyes flared with quickly suppressed surprise.
She smiled, pleased that he hadn’t realized she knew. “You don’t seriously think your desire for that office is a secret?”
“It’s a family-owned company.”
“That you plan to run one day and if Jeremy doesn’t realize it, he’s being willfully blind.”
“That is one of his failings.”
“You think?”
“He does not see you for who you are or what you need from him.”
“You tried to tell him, once.” The year before her clumsy attempt at seduction.
She’d thought Vik standing up for her meant he cared. But looking back, she had to conclude the friendship he’d offered her had been in pursuit of his own goals. Gaining Jeremy Archer’s unmitigated trust.
She could have told Vik befriending her wouldn’t do anything for him. Her father would have had to care about her for that to be the case. And he didn’t.
The only thing that mattered to Jeremy Archer was the company. He’d married her mother to gain the necessary infusion of capital to make AIH a dominant player in the world market. His only interest in Maddie had been as a potential successor.
“He’s given up on me personally because he realizes I’m never going to be his business heir.” As much as it hurt, it also made sense of how unconcerned he’d seemed to be by “Perrygate.”
“The only thing Jeremy has given up is his plan to try to lure you into the business.”
Maddie shook her head, not buying it for a second. “You heard him. He had no intention of having Conrad help me until you stepped in.”
“Your father can get tunnel vision.”
“And all he could see was the endgame.” He hadn’t even noticed that her scandal had adversely impacted AIH’s reputation.
“Yes.”
Maddie waited for the waitress to place her pancakes on the table and walk away. “Which is?”
“You married to a man who can and will be groomed to take over as Jeremy’s successor.”
“If my father can’t get what he wants out of me, he’ll use me to get it, is that right?”
“That’s a very simplified view and not entirely accurate.”
She wasn’t going to argue something she knew to be true, as did Vik, even if he was too loyal to admit it.
“Jeremy wants his successor to be family.” Hence the marriage. “How old-fashioned.”
“It ensures his grandchildren will inherit his legacy intact.”
“And that’s important.”
“To him.”
The smell of pancakes, fresh bananas and syrup had her mouth watering. “What about you?”
“You need to ask?”
“AIH is your life.” As much as it had always been her father’s.
“Say rather AIH is the vehicle for my own dreams.”
“I didn’t know men like you dreamed.”
“Without visionaries at the helm, companies like AIH would atrophy and eventually die.”
“So, you think my father is just a very