Velvet Steel

VELVET STEEL

Suzanne Rock

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Velvet Steel

Copyright © January by Suzanne Rock

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“Hi, Daddy.” Kitty Velvet balanced the phone between her ear and shoulder and tried to keep her voice light. Her father, the famous CEO Clint Velvet, would only lecture her if he had any idea what she was up to.

“Kate, where are you?”

“Kitty, Dad. My name is Kitty.” She jammed her foot into her fishnet stocking. “The name Kate is used only at work, remember?”

“Like hell it is. I never would have let your mother name you after an animal. It’s uncouth. Besides, this is about work. “

Kitty rolled her eyes and adjusted her position on the limo seat. The name Kate was fine when they were in the boardroom, but this was Friday night,
her
night. The first night off she’d had in a long time. As far as she was concerned, she was off the clock. There was no need to be so formal. She rolled the stocking up her thigh. “Is there something I can do for you, Daddy? I’m sort of busy right now.”

“You were supposed to be at the office ten minutes ago.”

There he went again. Ever since the problems began with the company, her father had worked overtime, spending nights and weekends at the office. He was such a workaholic and expected the same of his daughter. Most of the time she’d agree with him, but not tonight. She needed a night off.

Kitty glanced at her watch. “I got Rita to cover for me. She’s there, isn’t she?”

“Yes, but it would be better if you were here. Sending in your assistant—”

“Daddy, we’ve discussed this already. Everything is in order for the meeting on Wednesday with S&N Steel. There’s nothing more we can do.” There was no way she was going in to work tonight. She’d worked nights and weekends too many times in the past year and had almost suffered a nervous breakdown from the stress. One thing she had learned since she started working in the family business was that she needed time away from her father. She loved him to pieces, but he frustrated her too. She needed time to relax, let loose, and put things in perspective. Her sanity depended on it.

A heavy sigh ran through the line. “Whatever it is you’re doing can wait. This is important,” her father said.

Kitty hooked her thigh-high stocking to her belt and slipped on her black heel. “I’ve run the numbers many times over, Daddy. You know that. Velvet Steel is hemorrhaging money every day we leave the doors open.”

“We’ll tap into our personal accounts, like a loan—”

“It won’t do any good this time. The debt is too high.”

“I can’t lay off all those people.”

“I know.”

“And if we sell the company, they’ll all be out of work before the year’s end.”

“We have to do something, though. If things stay the same, then we’ll run out of money.” Kitty felt sick every time she thought about those workers and their families. She didn’t want them to lose their jobs, but there was nothing else she could do. If Velvet Steel remained autonomous like her father wanted, they’d all be out of a job within the next year anyway. By selling Velvet Steel to S&N, at least they could negotiate and end things on their own terms instead of leaving everything to chance.

“Any ideas you come up with can be left with Rita,” she said. “She’ll give them to me on Monday.”

“But Rita won’t be in the meeting with S&N. She won’t be signing the papers and ensuring the best for those workers. You have to be there.”

“She’s very capable, and I trust her.” Kitty pulled out her compact and pursed her lips at the small mirror. “Daddy, you know it’s important for me to take some time off. We’ve been working around the clock on this, and I need to take a break.”

“But the meeting is this coming Wednesday—”

“And it’s necessary for me to spend time away from the situation so I can look at it with fresh eyes.” For the past year, she had tried everything to keep Velvet Steel afloat. The sad fact was steel manufacturing was on the decline. Automation, consolidation, and increasing foreign competition had hit Velvet Steel’s bottom line hard. They didn’t have the money to upgrade equipment or compete with their more tech-savvy competitors. S&N Steel in particular had been very aggressive in underpricing and taking away their distributors.

When Velvet Steel couldn’t compete, S&N had offered to buy them out. At first Kitty had balked at the idea of selling the company. Now however… Well, there just was no other choice. She had spent countless hours arguing with her father, who didn’t want to let go of his legacy. The only way she could convince him to sell was if he remained on as an active board member and if no one got laid off. Unfortunately the only people who showed interest in buying Velvet Steel were people with a reputation of buying a company for its patents, then shutting it down and moving operations to their headquarters overseas. On Wednesday, Kitty’s job would be to convince S&N Steel to keep Velvet Steel autonomous, with her father at the head—or at least an active member of the board. Otherwise her father wouldn’t sign the papers, and there would be no deal. Then they’d be right back where they started: in a downward spiral toward bankruptcy.

Velvet Steel had been in the family for generations, and her father wasn’t about to sell it to a couple of high-tech know-it-alls who didn’t care about the blue-collar workers who’d made the business great. He treated that company like a baby, and Kitty secretly wondered if some of his stubbornness came from the fact that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he retired. Velvet Steel was his whole life. It was Kitty’s life too. That’s what made everything so hard.

Her father had insisted on remaining autonomous, but every month they were running more and more in the red. As much as it pained her, there was no choice but to sell the company.

Kitty had never met the mysterious partners behind S&N Steel, working instead through the lawyers and assistants, but she knew they were ruthless. They had been eating up smaller steel manufacturers left and right to expand their domain and secure their position. They didn’t care who they hurt in the process. Just last year they had bought out Jameson Steel, took all its patents, transferred its technologies to other sites, then closed the company and laid off hundreds of workers.

It was sad that Kitty and her father would have to hand their precious company over to a couple of heartless bastards, but she didn’t see any viable alternative. It seemed like those workers would be out of a job within a year no matter what she did.

“Kate—”

“Kitty.” Kitty shook off her sadness, pulled out her deep red lipstick, and applied it to her lips.

“Those workers at that plant depend on us doing this right.”

“I know.”

“We need to go over the numbers one more time—together. I want to be sure this is the right decision.”

“It is.”

“Humor me.”

“Daddy, please. I don’t see how anything is going to change between now and Wednesday, and we have been working every night for the past ten nights. I need this weekend off for my sanity.”

“No. This is too important. I’ve worked too hard my whole life for this company. I won’t give it over so that it could be torn apart within a matter of months.”

“I know, Daddy. I don’t want that either.”

“Really? Because I was beginning to wonder.”

Kitty sighed. “Please don’t do this. I’ve gone through the numbers at least a hundred times. We have no money, and we’re in such high debt that no bank will lend us more. We’re out of options.”

“I know, it’s just… I don’t know what I’m going to do without Velvet Steel. Did you know I stood and watched them lay the foundation?” His voice hitched, and tears stung Kitty’s eyes.

“Don’t you see?” she said. “That’s why I need this time away. I’ve been staring at the numbers for so long that everything is starting to blend together. If I can leave it for a couple of days, then come back and look at it with fresh eyes, a new option might present itself.” Kitty wiped away a tear with the back of her hand. “Look, I’ll go over the numbers again Monday morning and then meet with you that afternoon. I promise we can talk all you want then.”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s just that we have been under all of this stress, working day and night. I can’t seem to think clearly anymore. I need a break from this to clear my head. You should take a break too, Daddy. It’s been a very long week for both of us. A couple of days off would do us both some good.” The limo pulled up in front of her favorite nightclub, and Kitty saw a long line of people standing out on the sidewalk, waiting to get inside. It had been a while since she had been out partying, but a quick phone call and some smooth talking had gotten the management to save her favorite table. “It’s Friday night, Daddy, and after the week we had, I think we’ve
both
earned a night off.” Her limo driver, Cain, opened the door, and she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Her gaze drifted up to the large sign over the entrance. Taboo. A tendril of heat slid down her center at the familiar sight. It was like seeing an old friend she’d had been out of touch with for a while—a very sexy friend.

“Maybe. What do I hear in the background?” her father asked.

“It’s the TV, Daddy. A movie. Once it’s done, I’m going to call it an early night.” She didn’t want her father to know what she was about to do. He’d probably have a fit. Something about keeping up appearances and it being uncouth for a CEO’s daughter to run around at nightclubs. Before the downward spiral at Velvet Steel, she had come here every Friday night. For the past year, she had only been there three or four times. She needed this. Kitty needed a couple of days to blow off a little steam and do what she wanted to do. Then come Monday she’d be back at her father’s side, and they could go over those blasted numbers all he wanted.

Kitty caught the bouncer’s gaze and smiled. Her heart leaped when he nodded in her direction. Even though it had been a while, he still recognized her. Good. The city had been in the middle of a heat wave, and Kitty didn’t want to waste any more time outside than was necessary.

“I suppose this could wait until Monday, but—”

“Thanks, Daddy. I love you.” Kitty disconnected the call and shut off her phone. She couldn’t risk having her father interrupt her again tonight. There were too many men to flirt with and too many martinis to drink. She slipped her phone into her purse and walked to the front of the line.

“Evening, Ms. Velvet.” The bouncer inclined his head once more and let her pass. “Your table is waiting.”

Kitty nodded and stepped into the darkened building.
Finally
. She walked down the long hall and through the doors to the club’s interior. Just inside, she stopped and waited for her vision to adjust to the scene before her.

Techno music blared from large speakers strategically placed around the room. Bright beams of light speared the darkness and highlighted the bodies dancing in various stages of undress on a center floor. Erotic tension bubbled up like champagne from a bottle. Kitty inhaled and savored the aroma of booze and incense. Secluded tables outlined the dance area, giving privacy to those who could afford the hefty price tag to reserve them. There, sex and booze flowed freely until the wee hours of the morning. She’d join them soon, but for now Kitty was content to savor the moment.