If Elara was a simple village girl by ignorance and stupidity she would never able to achieve so. UNLESS, she had someone advising and supporting her behind her back!
Tens of thousands of dollars was barely more than a drop in the bucket. It might have been a tens of billions of dollars' worth.
Jareth gave Elara a mildly exasperated look. "Elara, your grandpa spent his entire life building the Kincaid Corporation. You don't understand how important all this is to us since you weren't here. One of the Kincaid has to run the Kincaid Corporation, and it'd be best if you handed it over to me to run it for you. You're too young. You're going to ruin the Kincaid Corporation, and I won't let that happen!
"I'll have to call a press conference to see who gets the mansion if you're not going to think logically."
"There's no need for that!" Elara interrupted Jareth before he could go any further.
He could take some hope in her answer. If Elara had decided not to fight, it was because she feared him.
And truly, what was she but a child? Surely the announcement of his press conference had shaken her to the core.
But still….
"I accepted the offer of exclusive interview from The Global Finance Weekly."
The Weekly of Global Finance?
It was the worlds' best business publication. Jareth had never even been given an interview. He couldn't think the woman'd gotten a request to come in for some special interview.
Jareth stared at Elara, honestly he was shook he was so angry. "You're going to destroy Kincaid Company!"
Smiling sweetly back at Jareth, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristic anger she could see in his eyes Elara would have genuinely seemed resolute.
Fear not. In my hands, the Kincaid Corporation shall not be destroyed. Give me three months. I will sign an Letter of Authorization for you. If I cannot raise the price of Kincaid Corporation's shares by thirty percent , I shall let you take over it.
Elara had some reason to be arrogant. After all, no matter how big a joke becoming general manager after only 10 years was, Jareth really could ensure that the share price didn't drop.
She wanted results. And she wanted a 30% increase in the stock price!
Elara didn't mean it!
What a brave kid to say something incoherent like that!
Jareth wanted to see Elara crying and begging him for mercy.
Jareth's face darkened, and a touch of cruelty entered his expression. He fixed Elara with as steady a gaze as he could muster under the circumstances.
"Very well. I swear it then," he told her in a low voice. "Now be sure you do not go back on your word!"
Elara reached into her pocket and took out a another piece of folded paper, she threw it at Jareth.
"I never break a promise!"
Elara got up and walked out of the room quickly.
Jareth started unrolling the paper. At the top of the stack, two words had been penned.
in the Duncans' estate as a depos-
Two men in every sense of the word were strewn comfortably out on the couch in the opulent living-room.
tterf009.tick Desmond was sitting with his laptop on him, and Perrin was laid out on the couch.
You were born with some people thinking alien thoughts.
The maid came in to say someone was there.
"'Tis Miss Elara Kincaid, come to call on you, Mr. Ackerley!"
At the maid's words Perrin was on his feet, pitching forward of Desmond.
"Elara Kincaid? Tha' tha' Kincaid girl is it? Coun-try las' week she was. . . . Tha's your fiancée?"
Desmond gave Perrin a look, and Perrin buttoned his mouth so fast he nearly bit his own tongue.
Desmond then glanced at the maid when Perrin had closed his yap. "Bring her in."
Perrin, who was far too nosy to go back upstairs as soon as he heard that Desmond had actually invited Elara in to save his life. "I'm going to bed,"
When Perrin left the room, Elara walked in.
Elara came in and looked around the living room and then she turned right to where Desmond was.
She walked up to Desmond; coolly, and said "Can I sit?" standing right in front of him.
Desmond snapped his eyes from the comp screen and stared at Elara.
As she had at the burial, she wore a white T-shirt. The baggy black trousers she wore then had been replaced by well-fitting blue jeans; long, thin legs perfectly delineated in them.
She was so beautiful it turned icy.
The look in her eyes was almost feral and homicidal.
Desmond and Elara wore almost identical expressions in their eyes.
"Yes…" He responded and Elara landed with poise.
They couldn't fool each other anyway, they were super intelligent beings.
Desmond dropped his smile and straightened his face. He spoke in an icy whisper. It was almost as though he had a slight grievance against me.
"Tell me, what brought you here?"
She was someone who didn't believe in wasting time or words on small talk or banalities. Before Desmond had even fully set his laptop down, she'd dropped a paper onto it and began speaking in a flat, emotionless voice.
Examine it. Put your name on it if you're comfortable with it!
Desmond glanced down at the paper and noticed that at the very top of it, written in bold letters, was "Engagement Agreement".
He signed the paper, giggling still.
Everything he had signed seemed super readings and this was only to be his first signing.
This woman is ridiculous, she wants to use twenty percent of Kincaid Corporation's shares, to buy a year long marriage with Desmond.
She really was giving!
"How can I disagree?"
The fellow shifted his gaze to Elara, but it remained frosty.
Elara didn't seem surprised by Desmond's reaction. She kept an expressionless look on her face. It was like she was trying to be uncheer-able, no matter what you did to try and cheer her.
"I'll just make you." She said detachedly and resolutely.
Desmond lent back a little so his back was against the sofa's back, and glanced at Elara with a small smile. "We'll see."
Elara nodded, got up and left the Duncans' house. Her exit was met with what she thought might be a hint of amusement in Desmond's dark eyes.
Perrin waited until Elara had left before coming downstairs. He reached to see what it was that lay on the table.
Desmond flicked the toothpick and heard Perrin scream.
"Oh no, p-please," Perrin pleaded.
Perrin quickly pulled back his hand. Almost too late he realized the thing Desmond had hated most of all. But then, curiosity killed the cat.
Straightening up, Perrin hurried to apologize and smile at Desmond.
"Ackerley, Mr.
Desmond turned to head up the stairs with his things packed before he could finish. Desmond even left a note for Perrin before he went.
"Get out of here now!"
Perrin stood frozen in place, scratching at his chin while a sudden, thoughtful look crossed over his face as he continued to glare in the direction Desmond had gone.
Why'd it seem like everything just got even stranger than strange? It wasn't possible that Desmond actually liked that girl from the Kincaid, was it?
Desmond had long been in high demand by the rich young socialites of Casier. That's not what he'd looked at twice. But a wild country gal …
Yes, things had got much stranger than normal!