office. He’s requesting a copy of the financials for the property he recently inherited. It’s his understanding you’re the current manager and also the co-owner of this property. The Oasis?” Her voice rose in a question, even though it seemed clear she knew exactly what she was talking about.
“Yes, the Oasis,” Teddy said, his mind whirring at the exchange. “Please, call me Teddy. And you are…?”
“Alicia. Alicia Green.”
“Alicia, please thank… Mr. Monroe for me. I’ve been meaning to contact him. Now, you said he wanted a copy of the financials?”
“That’s correct. We can send a courier to pick them up if that’s agreeable with you.”
Teddy gave a short laugh and smiled ruefully. “I don’t mean to be mistrusting, but how do I know you are who you say you are, Alicia?”
There was a pause on the line before Alicia spoke again. “While I understand your concern, Mr.… Teddy, there’s really no need in this case. Mr. Monroe simply wishes to expedite things and gain a more comprehensive understanding of this new holding. If you’d like, you can e-mail him and confirm the request first.”
“I’ll go ahead and do that. In the meantime, I’ll let our accountant know to prepare a copy with the most recent numbers.”
After Alicia gave him Carter’s e-mail address, Teddy hung up and compared the information against the one he’d received from the lawyer. Yep. Same address. And… monroecapital.com? That sounded fancy.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: The Oasis
Dear Carter,
I’m sorry for the loss of your uncle, Richard. He was a wonderful friend, and I loved his theater as though it were my own. I understand from the terms of his will that we’re to be co-owners of the Oasis. I’m overwhelmed by Richard’s generosity and look forward to working with you in the future.
Earlier today I received a call from Alicia Green, who asked for a copy of the Oasis’s financial records. Before sending them off willy-nilly, I wanted to confirm first that she works for you. If that’s the case, I’ll arrange for the records to be ready for the courier, to be picked up tomorrow.
Please let me know, and I hope we can chat soon.
Sincerely,
Teddy Carbone
Teddy reread the e-mail and pushed Send. He was about to switch back to the stack of papers on his desk when a new e-mail popped up. His brows rose when he saw it was a response from Carter.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: The Oasis
Yes. Courier will be there at 1pm tomorrow.
CM
Teddy blinked. Um. What? Two sentences—and one of those sentences was one word. Frowning, he clicked into the message to respond. Tamping down the impulse to call Carter out, Teddy replied quickly.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Re: The Oasis
Okay, thanks, I’ll make sure it’s ready.
Teddy
A quick e-mail to the part-time bookkeeper the theater employed followed, and after that, there wasn’t much for Teddy to do but return to his work. Curiosity got the better of him, though, and he clicked over to the monroecapital.com website first. The impressive graphics and headlines were rather intimidating, as was the section introducing the executives and principals. After skimming the paragraph on Carter Monroe, Teddy clicked away hurriedly and returned to his paperwork.
Teddy might not have an MBA from Wharton or a bibliography of business articles he’d authored, but he knew the Oasis was doing okay. Their financial records were solid, and they were in the black every year. Not many smaller not-for-profit theaters could say that. Last year they even had ended a little ahead with money to be used for the next season.
The Oasis was just fine the way things were.
He hoped Carter would see that too.
Chapter Two
“What. The fuck. Is this?”
Teddy charged through the frosted glass
“Yes, the Oasis,” Teddy said, his mind whirring at the exchange. “Please, call me Teddy. And you are…?”
“Alicia. Alicia Green.”
“Alicia, please thank… Mr. Monroe for me. I’ve been meaning to contact him. Now, you said he wanted a copy of the financials?”
“That’s correct. We can send a courier to pick them up if that’s agreeable with you.”
Teddy gave a short laugh and smiled ruefully. “I don’t mean to be mistrusting, but how do I know you are who you say you are, Alicia?”
There was a pause on the line before Alicia spoke again. “While I understand your concern, Mr.… Teddy, there’s really no need in this case. Mr. Monroe simply wishes to expedite things and gain a more comprehensive understanding of this new holding. If you’d like, you can e-mail him and confirm the request first.”
“I’ll go ahead and do that. In the meantime, I’ll let our accountant know to prepare a copy with the most recent numbers.”
After Alicia gave him Carter’s e-mail address, Teddy hung up and compared the information against the one he’d received from the lawyer. Yep. Same address. And… monroecapital.com? That sounded fancy.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: The Oasis
Dear Carter,
I’m sorry for the loss of your uncle, Richard. He was a wonderful friend, and I loved his theater as though it were my own. I understand from the terms of his will that we’re to be co-owners of the Oasis. I’m overwhelmed by Richard’s generosity and look forward to working with you in the future.
Earlier today I received a call from Alicia Green, who asked for a copy of the Oasis’s financial records. Before sending them off willy-nilly, I wanted to confirm first that she works for you. If that’s the case, I’ll arrange for the records to be ready for the courier, to be picked up tomorrow.
Please let me know, and I hope we can chat soon.
Sincerely,
Teddy Carbone
Teddy reread the e-mail and pushed Send. He was about to switch back to the stack of papers on his desk when a new e-mail popped up. His brows rose when he saw it was a response from Carter.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: The Oasis
Yes. Courier will be there at 1pm tomorrow.
CM
Teddy blinked. Um. What? Two sentences—and one of those sentences was one word. Frowning, he clicked into the message to respond. Tamping down the impulse to call Carter out, Teddy replied quickly.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: RE: Re: The Oasis
Okay, thanks, I’ll make sure it’s ready.
Teddy
A quick e-mail to the part-time bookkeeper the theater employed followed, and after that, there wasn’t much for Teddy to do but return to his work. Curiosity got the better of him, though, and he clicked over to the monroecapital.com website first. The impressive graphics and headlines were rather intimidating, as was the section introducing the executives and principals. After skimming the paragraph on Carter Monroe, Teddy clicked away hurriedly and returned to his paperwork.
Teddy might not have an MBA from Wharton or a bibliography of business articles he’d authored, but he knew the Oasis was doing okay. Their financial records were solid, and they were in the black every year. Not many smaller not-for-profit theaters could say that. Last year they even had ended a little ahead with money to be used for the next season.
The Oasis was just fine the way things were.
He hoped Carter would see that too.
Chapter Two
“What. The fuck. Is this?”
Teddy charged through the frosted glass
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