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guacamole off his neck. Getting his shares back from this woman was going to be much harder than he’d thought.

CHAPTER TWO
    Grayson pushed back in his leather office chair and adjusted his royal blue tie. Last night’s turn of events had caused him to schedule an emergency meeting with Gavin and Gage, in which he’d share his vision for the future of Guac Olé. A solid plan that was going to put his late father’s company on the map as the clear leader in the production of premade guacamole, shattering their bottom line.
    So what if it was 7 a.m.? Gavin and Gage needed to realize that their no-nonsense middle brother meant business. Grayson also wanted this private stakeholders’ meeting to take place before business hours so no one in the office would notice that one soon-to-be shareholder was conveniently missing.
    And after last night, Becca Nash would never have a seat at the table.
    He’d waited for two months while the dust settled after the reading of their father’s will, but after the Silver Spurs’s confrontation with the feisty brunette, now was the time to strike.
    Grayson stood and faced the wall where his dad’s picture hung in the recently remodeled Legacy conference room, a portrait of the late Jack Cooper wearing both his signature smile and his favorite black felt cowboy hat.
    Had his father known back then what he’d planned to do with his legacy? Grayson eyed his dad’s mischievous grin. It appeared so. “Thanks a lot, Dad. You could have at least left me your hat,” he scoffed and reached into his pocket, staring down at the small strawberry charm keychain his father did, in fact, leave him. At least the hat he could wear.
    It wasn’t that he was angry with his dad, or what he’d done with his birthright—okay, that was a lie. He sat back down and fisted his hand around the charm before flinging it across the mahogany board table.
    He was pissed.
    Both his brothers, who had also been given small trinkets and not what they’d expected to inherit, had felt the same way he did—at first.
    While Gavin had been promised the house they grew up in and Gage was to receive land his father had held on to all these years, Dad had called Grayson into his corner office at Guac Olé shortly after his terminal cancer diagnosis, made him CEO, and promised him 50 percent shares in the company.
    Like his brothers, Grayson had been gutted to learn the doctors had given his father only a year to live, but he had also been honored his dad had faith in him to lead the company and further his legacy.
    And Grayson had been up to the challenge. It’s all he’d ever wanted. While neither Gavin nor Gage had shown an interest in working for Guac Olé, after high school, Grayson had headed off to the University of Texas at Dallas and then East to obtain his MBA with one goal: return and work his ass off to one day lead the company.
    He never imagined it would be handed over to him at thirty-two, but he’d worked here for ten years and had been a part of his dad’s senior team for the last five. With a 50 percent stake, he’d planned to take the premade dip industry by storm.
    What had possessed his dad to will away the shares he’d promised to a
factory worker
in the Guac Olé plant?
    Grayson had asked himself
that
question every day for the last two months.
    At least he had given the other 50 percent to Gavin and Gage like he’d said he would, keeping half of the control in the family.
    Grayson grabbed his pen and tapped it on his black portfolio. His dad—for whatever reason—had stipulated in the will that her paycheck would immediately increase to reflect her new role, but her voting rights wouldn’t take effect until September 1.
    He had thirty days to 1) find out why his father had given away his inheritance to Becca Nash, and 2) somehow get it back.
    And that started today by taking the proverbial bull by the horns and moving full steam ahead with his plans. If he was going to get the shares that