I'm in the process of tidying up my files on my PC before moving over to a new desktop unit, all thanks to Windows 10 no longer being supported. To be fair, my PC is 8 years old.
Whilst looking through files I found a folder of documents I hadn't sorted from the last time (or possibly the time before then) test I got a new PC. Some of the files were so old that they were written on AmiPro!
Anyway, amongst these files there were a few pieces of writing. Some were duplicates, others were started-but-nowhere-near-finished half-baked ideas, and, I was pleasantly surprised to find this completed short story. .
It was an attempt to write a short piece of fiction in the style of Mill & Boon. This was written way back in 1998. It's a bit unpolished, the first few lines bug me (sooo tempted to weak but haven't got the time), but I think it was a first reasonable stab at imitating the genre. However, if I wrote it now I like to think it would A) be better written and B) have characters with more progressive and less dated attitudes. That said, I guess part of Mills & Boon's appeal is the escapism of some devil-may-care Rhett Butler character sweeping a gal off her feet. I'm not sure I would enjoy writing more of this genre, though I'd never say never, of course.
Love Takeover
Derwent Electronics Limited was a business in turmoil. Robson Holdings hoisted the board up by its lapels in an unrepentant takeover battle. It was only the tenacity of Sara Derwent holding the company together. She refused to allow any meatball with a pair of socks stuffed down the front of his pants to take it away from her.
Ever since her father, Edward Derwent, died four months ago Sara had fought against the takeover bid from Jack Robson’s asset-stripping organisation, and several other rival companies were also making enquiries about acquiring Derwent Electronics.
The bronzed face across the table was the bidder, so no matter how much Sara felt physically attracted to him, she had to hate him for the sake of her company.
‘So,’ the sound of his big Texan accent hung in the air for a moment while he waited to see if he had everyone’s attention. ‘It seems as though that is everything sorted. Miss Derwent, have you anything you wish to say before our lawyers exchange papers?’
“Oh, what a gentleman”, Sara remarked sarcastically in her mind. “What a daft accent too”, she thought. “But sexy”, said a little voice at the back of her mind. “Piss off, you stupid sex drive”, Sara snapped back in reply to the little voice. “Christ, I can’t believe I’m having a conversation with my sex drive about that beefcake over there who wants to take my company away from me. Still if things were different....”
Sara felt her cheeks redden, realising she had been standing there silently for several moments with all eyes on her. Regaining her composure Sara re-opened her briefcase in front of her. From within she pulled out a bundle of papers decorated in a flowery bow. Without seeing it she could sense an amused smirk from the man opposite. Obviously, he felt she didn’t belong in the boardroom. This made her even more determined.
Sara tossed the bundle of papers across the table and she surprised herself with the force she had used as they struck Jack Robson in the chest. This time she looked up. The smirk was more like a nervy grin.
‘Here, Mr. Robson,’ she said slamming her briefcase shut.
‘Please, call me Ja...’
‘Mr. Robson,’ Sara cut him off.
He looked stunned at her aggression; No more shocked than she was.
‘Those papers are legal documents obtained from the High Court stopping your company from making any further approaches to Derwent Electronics shareholders until we’ve held our annual general meeting and the issue has been discussed in full. The AGM is scheduled for three months’ time.’
This was the sucker punch Sara had been holding back until the last moment. Now was the last moment. All around the room every physiognomy expressed surprise.
Sara felt powerful suddenly and decided to steal a glance at Jack Robson. His half open mouth was still curled into a partial grin, and rapidly turned into a full toothy grin before he let out a raucous belly laugh.
‘What’s so amusing?’
Sara sensed a delicate sweat forming on her forehead.
‘Nothing really. My apologies. It’s just that you look so damn sexy when you’re aggressive.’
The sweat was more prominent now, but Sara decided not to wipe it away. Why should she be ladylike in the presence of this animal?
Jack’s adviser, Mr. Packard, cleared his throat. ‘Miss Derwent, this is merely delaying the inevitable and you know it. The majority of Derwent’s shareholders will undoubtedly vote to sell to Robson Holdings. This action will only cost us all more money.’
‘That’s what you think Mr. Packard,’ countered Sara as she fought to regain the initiative. ‘Over the next three months I’ll be able to raise enough capital to match your share bid and buy the shares myself.’
Sara licked her lips in anticipation of the victory glass of champagne waiting for her. It would be so sweet to drink, even sweeter if Jack Robson was there to see her....
‘Then I’ll increase my bid and I’ll keep doing so until I have bought this company.’ Jack’s words sent a shiver down her back for all the right and wrong reasons.
“That’s it, I can’t keep this up any longer” Sara thought as tears began to well in her eyes. She had done all she could to keep her company but this Texan cowboy was going to take it away from her just like that. Sara stood up and walked out, allowing tears to flow freely down her face.
Outside the boardroom Sara sat down and cried openly. She did not know what to do now. All her plans centred around the company and.... and.... Sara noticed someone standing over her. It was Jack Robson.
‘What do you want now? The blouse off my back?’ Sara said vehemently.
‘Actually, I have something for you. Your company.’
Sara sat up, unsure of what he meant.
‘Listen, Sara, I never wanted your company. I just wanted you. The only way into a beautiful woman’s heart is to buy her something nice, but I knew the only thing you cared for was this company so I bought it for you. You now own it 100 percent.’
Not knowing whether to hit or hug him, Sara stood up and threw herself into his open embrace. Maybe I should have listened to my sex drive in the first place, Sara pondered as she clung to Jack.
‘I’ve got a non-business merger that might interest you,’ Jack said pulling Sara closer to him and inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair.
She did not hear him, for his words were drowned out by two beating hearts pounding a rhythm for her sex drive to sing along to.