Asher's Legacy.

Chapter Four.

The next morning, Asher stood on the balcony of the hotel room, making a phone call. 

"We need to meet with the families, so we can know our next plan of action. I'll see you soon. Send a car to pick me up this morning." Asher said into the phone. 

"As you wish, boss." The voice on the other side replied. 

"Good." Asher said and hung up. 

He moved about to get ready for the day. He looked at his rumpled shirt and jeans, and made a mental note to get himself new clothes. He left the suite and took the elevator downstairs to the lobby. There, he saw the manager from yesterday standing by the front desk, talking sternly to a new receptionist. 

The manager turned and noticed him, then rushed forward and began to offer greetings. 

"Uh, good morning, Mr…" The manager then realised that he didn't even know Asher's name. 

"You can call me Mr. Griffin." Asher told him, noticing his discomfort. 

"Thank you very much, sir," The manager supplied. 

"I'll be leaving this morning." Asher announced. 

The manager paled. He wondered if he had done something to offend Asher and he began to sweat. 

"S-sir, if we have offended you in any way, I apologise, I even fired the other receptionist so you won't have to see her again, I…" The manager began to trail off before Asher interrupted him. 

"It's okay. I jusy have business I need to attend to." Asher said. 

"What about the documents for the hotel sir?" The manager asked. 

"What documents?" Asher wondered. 

"You offered to buy the hotel last night, sir." The manager said, wiping sweat from his brow. 

Asher remembered then. He had only offered to buy the hotel last night as a threat, as he had no use for a four star hotel, but he figured that it didn't hurt to have an extra business. 

" Name your price and send it to this number, and you'll receive a call from my bank before the end of the day. I have to go now." Asher gave him a phone number, then walked out of the hotel and into the black car that was waiting for him outside. 

The manager, whose name was Mr. Cheng, was in shock. He stared at the card containing only a single phone number and thought to himself, 

"That man must never be offended."

Meanwhile, in the Harper household, things were not looking very good. Their company, Harper Corporation was crumbling. They needed backing from strong investors or they would go bankrupt. They were currently having a meeting in their family room, along with other distant relatives who worked in the company. 

Roland was currently talking to Roxanne in a very harsh tone. 

"If you just go ahead and marry Seth, things will be much better. The Larsens are a second rate family, their involvement in our company will bring us a lot of good invrstors, maybe even a few top rate families." He said, pointing at Roxanne. 

"Don't mind her, she's so selfish. And Seth is so rich and handsome too." Roxanne's sister, Meredith said with a hint of jealousy in her tone. 

Roxanne ignored her and looked to her father, saying, 

"But father, if you can just give me a little time, I can get a few proposals ready which will pull some really strong investors to our company."

Her father seemed to consider her words, then he smiled a slow smile. 

"Okay then," he agreed, causing looks of shock to appear on the family members' faces.

"In fact," he continued, "our previous deal for you to marry Seth is off the table."

Odette jumped out of her chair with a shout, "You can't be serious, Roland!" 

He shut her up with a stern look, and turned to look at his daughter. She was too valuable to the company for him to fire her, so he had come up with another plan. 

"Roxanne, I'll allow you submit your proposals. But you have three days. If you don't find new investors in three days, then you must divorce your trash husband and marry Seth Larsen immediately."

Roxanne felt her blood run cold. How could her family be so cruel? But she couldn't show any weaknesses in front of them, so she agreed to her father's impossible deal. 

As she watched the cruel smiles of her family members, she hoped she hadn't made a terrible mistake.