Page 165 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

JOHN’S POV.

“Who the heck did this!? Who did it?” I asked, getting to my feet. I stared at the video. It had happened just minutes ago. How did someone manage to film the whole thing?

The video had started when we were already out of the elevator. It felt like the person had been waiting for the moment I’d slip up, so they could make their move, and then they had gotten their patience’s worth.

Storming away from behind my desk, I made to walk right out of my office, and confront the employees. They would all lose their jobs if they couldn’t provide me with the one who filmed the video.

However, Landon dashed to the door, getting there before I could.

He shook his head, “No, Alpha John, you have to be reasonable for this.”

“Get out of the way.” I growled.

“You must think deeply, Alpha John.” Rebal contributed.

“We are at a disadvantage here. If you go out there, and assault more employees, or fire them, then we’re doomed.

We don’t know the person who filmed you in the first place.

The person might film you again, and make things worse.

” He explained, and I hit the coat hanger.

It fell to the ground with a crash, and I went back to sit.

Taking the phone, I checked the post, and the comments it had garnered. The shares were increasing by the second too.

The comments were endless, and menacing—refusing to stop.

I dropped the phone, and rubbed my temples.

“Take the post down.” I simply said, and raised my head. “Over to the next schedule.”

“You are to have a meeting with a Mr. Tommy Bodin.” Rebal replied, while Landon went to work on the video.

“When?” I asked.

“Let’s say about thirty minutes from now.”

“Where does he want to meet?”

“At Perfection.”

“Does he think I’ll order food?” I scoffed. “Who exactly is he? How come his name sounds so unfamiliar?”

“Uh, he’s Mr…”

“Actually, you know what? Forget about it. Right now, I’m looking forward to meeting new investors. We need the funds badly. Anyone would do. Meanwhile, you’re to tell the department heads that I want to see improvement in the sales.” I said, getting to my feet.

Grabbing my coat off the sofa, I made my way out of the office.

~

Shortly, I arrived at Perfection, and stepped down from my car, stomping my shoes on the floor after noticing some dirt on it.

“Everything just has to be annoying today, right?” I asked, striding into the restaurant.

I looked around for anyone on an empty table, and was quite surprised when a hand sporting a really expensive gold wristwatch shot up into the air.

There was a man wearing a glass, and a nose mask; I raised a brow, walking towards him. He looked quite capable of being an investor.

I sat, and he signaled to a waitress. The waitress bowed, and three of them came, bringing dishes of food.

I studied the man who didn’t take his eyes off me, and cocked my head.

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked, getting a little offended.

The man gave a low chuckle, and took off his glasses.

Those grey eyes. There was no way I would forget them.

He took off his nose mask, and grinned at me.

“I see you’re still every bit as rude as you were back then.” He said, in a deep, rumbling voice.

“Mr. Lopez.” I said, coldly.”

He brushed his hair back, revealing a long, thin scar that slashed across his cheek to his mouth, and raised his brows, while pouring himself wine.

“You don’t sound too happy to see me, John.” He replied.

“We no longer have business with each other. Our business ended a year ago.”

“Did you know, John? That this sushi tastes marvelous with the wine?” He asked, chewing slowly.

“I don’t have the time to waste. If you came here just to joke, then I’ll take my leave.” I said,

“I certainly didn’t come here to joke.” He replied, slowly, watching his food.

“Then what did you come here for?”

“I came here for the two hundred and fifty million dollars you owe me.” He said, and I laughed.

“Our deal failed. Why should I still give you the money? If you’re going to go on and on about this, then you must be really delusional.”

“Our deal failed, John, but it was stated in the contract that you would compensate for the loss.”

“The contract you lost. May I see it so I can believe that I stated I would compensate for the loss?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“You have your copy. Bring it out.”

“Oops, I lost mine too.”

“You’re messing with the wrong man, kiddo. When you’re this young, you shouldn’t be so reckless, and careless.” He growled.

“I’m not scared of you one bit.” I replied.

My business was not doing well, yet he wanted to collect such a sum from me? Why didn’t he just wreck me?

He gave me an intense stare that seemed to bore ice into me, but I didn’t falter. Then, he received a call.

Without taking his eyes off me, he picked the call.

He began to speak in rapid Italian, and it was so fast that if a beat was provided, it would pass as a rap.

Shortly, he smiled, and ended the call.

“Are you sure you still want to be this way?” He asked.

“Enjoy your meal.” I said, preparing to get to my feet.

“I will not give it back. Not until I get what you owe me.” He suddenly said, and I raised a brow.

“What are you talking about?”

“I have taken something of yours.”