Millionaire of the Month: Matthias Barton
Source or Fortune: The family business
Source of consternation: His personal assistant
His dependable assistant of five years had done the unthinkable: she had rendered Matthias speechless. She was taking another job--with the competition. Matthias felt incensed, betrayed and, shockingly, a little jealous. How had his feelings veered from professional to personal? Newfound lust begat determination. He would win her back...by any means necessary.
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Posted October 31, 2008 by lena , HawaiiI didn't enjoy this book at all not one bit.I didn't like the character's were dryer than dirt and the plot wasn't at all believable. I felt as though i wasted valuable time not to mention money. Would recommend to other reader's that they should pass on this one.
July 09, 2007
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Excerpt from Married to His Business by Elizabeth Bevarly
As Kendall Scarborough watched her boss close his cell phone, stride to the northernmost window of his office and push it open, then hurl the apparatus into the wild blue yonder, she found herself thinking that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a good day to tender her resignation. Again. But she would. Again. And this time she would make it stick.
And how fitting that one of her last tasks for Matthias Barton would be ordering him a new phone. Again. At least phones were easier to program and format to his liking than were PDAs and MP3 players, a number of which also lay at the bottom of the reflecting pool in the courtyard of Barton Limited--which just so happened to be situated directly below the northernmost window of Matthias's office. In fact, there were at least five years's worth of PDAs and MP3 players and other small appa- ratuses--apparati--little gizmos--in the pool, Kendall New phone
she flipped the notepad closed and stuffed attire was, of course, man-style, too, but she didn't think that was what gave him such an imposing presence-- though certainly the espresso-colored suit and dark gold dress shirt and tie, coupled with his dark hair and even darker eyes, didn't diminish it. Matthias himself was just larger than life, be it sitting at the head of the massive table that bisected the boardroom of Barton Limited, or slam- ming a squash ball into the wall at his athletic club, or charming some bastion of society into a major investment at a dinner party. Kendall had seen him in each of those situations--and dozens of others--and she couldn't think of a single moment when Matthias hadn't been imposing.
He'd intimidated the hell out of her when she'd first come to work for him straight out of graduate school, even though, back then, he'd barely been out of grad school himself. In spite of his youth, he'd already made millions, several times over. Kendall had been awed that someone only five years older than she--Matthias had only recently turned thirty-two--was already light-years ahead of her on the corporate ladder. She'd wanted to observe his habits and policies and procedures and mimic them, thinking she could achieve the same rapid rise and level of success through emulation.
It hadn't taken long, however, for her to realize she would never be in Matthias's league. He was too focused, too intense, too driven. His work was his life. He needed it to survive as much as he did oxygen or food. Over time, she'd gotten used to his ruthless single-mindedness when it came to achieving success, even if she'd never been able to under- stand it.And not just any old run-of-the-mill success, either. No, Matthias Barton had to be the absolute, no-close- seconds, unparalleled best at everything he set out to do.
Not that it mattered now, Kendall told herself, since she wasn't going to be a part of his pursuit--or his success-- much longer. She had a pursuit--and success--of her own to accomplish, and she should have started years ago. With her MBA from Stanford, she'd been overqualified for the position of personal assistant when she'd taken the job with Matthias. But she'd known that working for someone like him for a couple of years, even as a personal assistant, would offer her entrance into an echelon of big business that most recent grads never saw. She'd learn from a legend and make contacts up the wazoo, swimming with the prover- bial sharks. But "a couple of years--had become five, and Kendall was savvy enough around the sharks now to be able to grill them up with a nice wasabi sauce.
It was time to go. "Okay, where were we?", Matthias asked. "Well, sir," she began, "you'd just, um, concluded your call with Elliot Donovan at The Springhurst Corporation, and I--", She inhaled a deep breath, steeled herself for battle, and said, in a surprisingly sturdy voice, "I was about to give you my two weeks's notice." To herself, she added silently, And this time, I'sm going through with it, no matter how hard you try to change my mind.
His head snapped up at her announcement, and his bit- tersweet chocolate eyes went flinty. "Kendall, I thought we'd already talked about this."
"We have, sir, several times," she agreed. "Which is why it shouldn't come as a surprise. Now that your wedding to Miss Conover is off--"
"Look, just because Lauren and I canceled our plans," Matthias interrupted, "that doesn't mean I don't still need you to take care of things."
His now-defunct wedding to Lauren Conover had just been the most recent reason he'd used for why Kendall couldn't leave his employ yet, but she was still surprised he would try to use it again. Technically, the wedding hadn't been canceled. There had just been a change of date and venue. Oh, and also a change of groom, since Lauren was now planning to marry Matthias's twin brother, Luke.
"Anything left to do will be taken care of by Miss Conover and her family," Kendall pointed out. "If there's anything left to do."