Sheryl’s Daily Prompt
Macy Donovan was troubled. Her closest friend insinuated that Able MacIntosh wasn’t all he purported to be suggesting there were ulterior motives behind his offer and that concerned her.
A merger with MacIntosh would be in their best interest, definitely, but only if it worked in everyone’s favour. She thought she’d investigated all the possibilities for the reason they’d made the offer. They’d come to her. Now she had doubts.
Genny Morris was her closest and dearest friend and had an uncanny knack for seeing through the crap to the reality of any situation and she’d been an incredible asset to Macy, personally, and in the business. It certainly wasn’t like her to go off on someone as she had MacIntosh when he’d shown up for their meet and greet.
If he’d been concerned by her attitude, it hadn’t shown and he’d laid out his plans efficiently concisely and expertly and it all lined up as far as she could see, but Genny’s distrust was something to consider.
He was a looker, that’s for sure, tall, svelt, handsome, adept, and definitely intelligent. MacIntosh knew his statistics and had all his ducks in a row. It all seemed plausible and doable. Peering at the data he had provided, she’d re-scanned the information looking for loopholes that might sink her interests and although she’d been at it for hours, could find nothing wrong with the proposal.
Having built the company from the ground up, it was a concern, obviously and her reason for considering the merger was simple; it would open up a huge market they’d been unable to tap so far. However, no matter how much that could assist the growth of her company, she wasn’t about to give up controlling interest to anyone else. Nor was she about to give up on the hands-on approach she’d always enjoyed and that suggestion niggled at her.
According to his suggestion, she could east her workload by using one of MacIntosh’s men, one he highly recommended, to assist with the workload giving her more free time. It was true, she’d rarely taken time off since the inception of her company but it hadn’t been a grind, she’d revelled in the work and in growing her company. Maybe the reason his suggestion was difficult to accept was simply that she’d had her nose to the grindstone for eight years and didn’t know how to relax and maybe that was something she should do. It definitely bore thinking about.
After thoughtful consideration, she decided to contact her father, she what he knew about MacIntosh and ask for his input on the matter. He’d retired a couple of years back, but he had a foot deeply entrenched in the market and still had quality contacts. Perhaps she’d head over and invite herself for dinner. He’d been after her for a couple of weeks, and now seemed as good a time as any.