Page 7 of Her Greek Inheritance
Leo stood up, forcing her to step back and remove her hand. “No!”
“Leo…” Petrina’s voice took on a petulant note that normally got her whatever she wanted.
Leo looked at his father. “I won’t be forced into marrying, not even for the sake of the company.”
Vasil stood up, meeting his gaze with an unwavering one of his own. “Go and do whatever you have to do to get this person to sign the stock back over to us. And figure out who this person was to your brother!”
“Don’t you think we should let the attorneys—”
“Okhi! You will go and fix this situation. If you choose not to do so, you can marry Petrina.”
Leo shook his head, anger filling him. “I will not be forced to marry—”
“You will if you want to retain your stock in the company. You’ve had no problem being with Petrina before, and it’s time you stopped playing around anyway. You’re thirty-one years old and it’s time you acted like the heir to an empire.”
Leo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Surely there has to be another way.” He looked at the attorney.
The man only shook his head. “Unless this person will willingly sign the stock back over to you, I don’t see any other option. Without Alexi’s stock, you and your father do not have a controlling interest in the company. Your uncle is free to do whatever he wishes with his stock.”
Leo turned to the man he’d considered family. “You would force me into a loveless marriage?”
“Arranged marriages worked for your father and myself. I don’t see a problem with my solution. Petrina will make you a lovely wife. The board has been lenient with your antics in the past, but the company needs a strong leader at the helm, not one that likes to play as much as he likes to work!” His uncle stared at him, daring him to lash out and prove himself unsuitable for the task ahead.
Leo was furious and growing closer to losing his temper with every passing moment. He turned back to give his father one last stare.“Fine! I will find this person and get the stock back.”
He snatched the file from the table and strode from the boardroom. His fury at being forced into such an untenable situation pounded in his veins. He had his valet ready a bag for him and headed straight for the airport. He wasn’t about to waste any time getting started.
His father and uncle hadn’t put a time limit on him accomplishing this task, but they would. That was the Moustakas’ way. Patience wasn’t a virtue and wasn’t something either of the hardheaded men had a supply of. They would give him a small amount of time to track this woman down, and then they would expect results—a return of the stock, or his ring on Petrina’s hand.Skata! Can this situation get anymore screwed up?