The caller who had called while Ross was dozing in bed, had left a "sharp" message that the caller knew that Ross was the business manager of Timothy Patrick, and that this caller had to talk to Ross about an "important matter" regarding Timothy.
Ross sent a text to the number that had called saying. "This is Ross. Currently ill in bed. Will call back when I'm better, likely a couple of days"
Ross tried to doze and sleep through that day, and at 330, the barefoot Kayley quietly entered the bedroom, and planted a light kiss on the top of Ross's forehead.
"Poor baby is so sick" Kayley cooed.
Ross opened his eyes. "I'm just exhausted , Kale, and I'm sweating, but I took my temp twice, and I dont have a fever. It's just a cold, and I will lie here until I get rid of it" Ross said.
"Did Timothy bother you? I hope not" Kayley asked/said.
"Timothy directly did not bother me, but some joker looking for Timothy did. The caller said on the message that person knows I'm the business manager of Timothy Patrick, and that person wants to talk to me. I texted the person back, told them I am very sick, and will talk to them in a few days " Ross said.
"Ross, that was good what you did. If Tim calls, dont answer it, or I will answer it, and tell the bastard to leave you alone" Kayley said.
Ross sighed. "Honey, at this point, I truly dont give a fuck about Timothy Patrick or the yak hole that called regarding him. I'm very weak as you can see. I will get rid of this, and then deal with both the person who called and Mister Patrick" Ross said, weakly but firmly.
Ross tried to rest in bed that evening, as Kayley went back and forth to the bedroom grading papers in the den, and to check on Ross. Ross was tired, and sweating some, but did not have a fever.
That night, before bed, Kayley said to Ross.
"You know I dont think you should go in tomorrow"
Ross sighed. "I've flooded the cold, I've slept a lot, but Kale, I'm really, really, really pissed off. I might, and I say , might, if I have any energy at all, I will make two calls, to the person who called, and to Mister Patrick. First I want to find out the details of what the Hell the call was about. Then, I might call Timothy and shake the whole office with how much I'm going to scream at him!" Ross said angrily.
"Shhhh, keep calm and just rest. You can decide that tomorrow" Kayley said.
"You're right, Good night, baby" Ross said.
"Good night, My Love. I'm here if you need anything" Kayley said.
Ross got a lot of sleep for him that night, except to awaken once to drink iced tea, and use the bathroom.
In the morning, Ross opened his eyes about 7, and really wanted to go in.
"I'm guessing you're going. " Kayley said.
"I'm going , but in jeans and a t shirt, so Vic will throw me out for inappropriate dress" Ross said.
"Bullshit, to inappropriate dress. It's your company, and they know that. Even if Mister Hell shows up, he wont not meet with you because of your relationship and all the money he makes from you and the oil and gas. Please, just deal with Tim and this guy who called, get in a car, and come home. " Kayley said.
"We will see" Ross said, showering, putting on jeans, a white T Shirt and sneakers, and jumping in an Uber.
When Ross entered the office, there were some people there,
"Ross, how are you feeling?" Ross's secretary said.
"Better , physically, but really, really upset. If anyone hears yelling or screaming, it will likely be at Mister Patrick, and the Bozo who called me yesterday when I was in bed sick, and that;s all I can say" Ross said, closing his office door.
Ross decided to call Tim first. "I'm in the office, in an old white t shirt, and jeans, and I'm extremely irritated. Okay, Timothy, you get to tell me your side before I call the Schmuck who called me regarding you when I was sick in bed yesterday. I will shut up and listen, and you will talk" Ross said calmly but firmly.
"Ross, this time I;m not one hundred percent sure what the call yesterday was about. I could not tell you that yesterday because you were in bed sick, I wanted you to rest, and I wanted us not to argue. Please call this guy, get the info, and then let me know. " Tim said.
Ross sighed. "I have no choice. Okay, let me do some searching, and I will call you back ASAP" Ross said, clicking Tim off and calling the guy who called the previous day
"This is Ross C, business manager of Tim Patrick. This person had called me yesterday, and I could not talk due to being ill. Thus ., I am calling back to find out the reason for this person';s phone call" Ross said.
The person who Ross spoke to told Ross that the person who called the previous day, had called Ross because Tim owed this company money, the company was being sold, and before the sale, the buyer wanted all old collections taken care of.
Ross sighed. "Okay how much does this involve?"
"Five million dollars payable ASAP or Mister Patrick and any financial rep will be sued" The person Ross spoke to said.
"If that was just a threat, I did not appreciate it. I'm calling just to get info and you are threatening me. Tell you what. forget this. You will be hearing from my attorney" Ross said, clicking off the phone.
Ross called Tim back. Ross was becoming more and more pissed with each thought he had.
"The person I just spoke to said something about a dispute involving you regarding five million dollars, and then threatened to sue both you and me" Ross said.
Tim sighed. "Okay, I guess its time to call Alan Hell and get a lawyer"
Ross was extremely furious. "No, Timothy. You cant just call Ross C and someone Alan Hell knows every time someone calls and you are in a mess! It does not work that way. I;m not thinking clearly now, so I'm trying to stay very calm, and not lose it with you. I will get Mister Hell to recommend an attorney just to stave this off, and then I have some thinking to do, and we have to talk, when I'm calmer, better, and more clear, okay?" Ross said.
"Yes" Tim said quietly.
"I will be in touch when I'm better. For now, I have to take care of myself!" Ross said sharply , clicking Tim off.
Ross went into the outer office, into an empty office of a Vice President who had just retired. Ross closed the door, and yelled FUCK! at the top of his lungs.
The office door did not open, and about a minute later, Vic knocked on it. "Ross, what's wrong?"
Ross opened the door. "Vic, come into my office, please. " Ross said, as the men went into Ross' s office and Ross closed the door.
Ross walked around silently , looking fit to explode, when Vic gently said.
"Ross, you look terrible. Is there any way I can help you?"
"Victor. my patience is wearing very, very , very thin with Mister Patrick. I just got off the phone with a guy who threatened to sue Mister Patrick and myself each for five million bucks, for what do you think? YES! The usual, Disputed unpaid goods! GRRRRRR! I am so freaking sick of this" Ross growled.
"Ross, I gently suggest, go into a car. Go home, rest, and then deal with this later. You have been sick, you might not be thinking clearly now. Please just let it sit, and make whatever move you will make when you're feeliing better" Vic said.
Ross smiled. "You're right. Let me get some papers, and get out of here"
Ross opened the door, went back into his office, gathering some papers, and heading out the main door.
"Will be back when I can , tomorrow, later this week, maybe never. The last part I'm just kidding of course. I have to go home, and get rid of whatever this is, and then I have a lot of thinking to do" Ross said.
Ross went into an Uber home, went upstairs, into his den, and just sat there with the lights off.
At 4, Kayley entered the apartment.
"Ross , are you here?"
"Ross who will not own RossShell for very much longer is in my lair." (Home office) Ross said, with a quiet, almost defeated tone to his voice
Kayley entered the den.
"Okay, what happened? Spill it" Kayley said.
Ross sighed long.
"What the fuck else? A guy threatened to sue both Timothy and I for five million big ones each. I hung up on him, but not before telling him to deal with my lawyer. I called Timothy, went off on him, and told him to leave me alone. Then, I went into an empty office at the company, shut that office door, yelled FUCK at the top of my lungs, Victor came in , I told him. Vic told me to go home, I took an Uber home, and here I am. I dont know what to do, Kale. I've hit a brick wall. I cant do this anymore. I dont want to end up in a messy lawsuit, but I cant be Timothy';s savior anymore when he fucks things up. I have to get better, and then I have a lot of thinking to do" Ross said.
"The most important thing you have to do is get better, so you can think clearly, then figure things out" Kayley said.
"Kayley, I'm thinking about doing something, very , very drastic. I swear. When we get to your summer vacation, I might take a month break off from the office, and we will just travel. The accounts are taken care of anyway. Vic runs the office, I will show the Vice Presidents just what to do with Tim's monthly work, let them do that, and I will email him, tell him I'm taking a 30 day hiatus from him, and if he bothers or calls or texts or writes in any way, I will drop him. If an oil and gas deal is done, I can give Alan Hell power of attorney to deal with my money due me. Fritz and Steve would understand if I explained to them what was going on with Tim, and I did not come to OKC for a deal or two. Hell, they would probably applaud me because they would know I was thinking seriously of dumping Tim and his constant circus of bullshit. " Ross said.
Kayley sighed. "You know that I will go anywhere with you. Would you do that? Could you really handle it?"
"It'[s better than getting myself physically sick or having a nervous breakdown. I';m thinking I could do it" Ross said.
Kayley and Ross sat there silently.
Was Ross serious about taking a 30 day break from RossShell and Tim?
How could and or would Ross deal with what might be an upcoming lawsuit for something that was not even Ross's fault in any way?
Those things would be seen.
Ross sent a text to the number that had called saying. "This is Ross. Currently ill in bed. Will call back when I'm better, likely a couple of days"
Ross tried to doze and sleep through that day, and at 330, the barefoot Kayley quietly entered the bedroom, and planted a light kiss on the top of Ross's forehead.
"Poor baby is so sick" Kayley cooed.
Ross opened his eyes. "I'm just exhausted , Kale, and I'm sweating, but I took my temp twice, and I dont have a fever. It's just a cold, and I will lie here until I get rid of it" Ross said.
"Did Timothy bother you? I hope not" Kayley asked/said.
"Timothy directly did not bother me, but some joker looking for Timothy did. The caller said on the message that person knows I'm the business manager of Timothy Patrick, and that person wants to talk to me. I texted the person back, told them I am very sick, and will talk to them in a few days " Ross said.
"Ross, that was good what you did. If Tim calls, dont answer it, or I will answer it, and tell the bastard to leave you alone" Kayley said.
Ross sighed. "Honey, at this point, I truly dont give a fuck about Timothy Patrick or the yak hole that called regarding him. I'm very weak as you can see. I will get rid of this, and then deal with both the person who called and Mister Patrick" Ross said, weakly but firmly.
Ross tried to rest in bed that evening, as Kayley went back and forth to the bedroom grading papers in the den, and to check on Ross. Ross was tired, and sweating some, but did not have a fever.
That night, before bed, Kayley said to Ross.
"You know I dont think you should go in tomorrow"
Ross sighed. "I've flooded the cold, I've slept a lot, but Kale, I'm really, really, really pissed off. I might, and I say , might, if I have any energy at all, I will make two calls, to the person who called, and to Mister Patrick. First I want to find out the details of what the Hell the call was about. Then, I might call Timothy and shake the whole office with how much I'm going to scream at him!" Ross said angrily.
"Shhhh, keep calm and just rest. You can decide that tomorrow" Kayley said.
"You're right, Good night, baby" Ross said.
"Good night, My Love. I'm here if you need anything" Kayley said.
Ross got a lot of sleep for him that night, except to awaken once to drink iced tea, and use the bathroom.
In the morning, Ross opened his eyes about 7, and really wanted to go in.
"I'm guessing you're going. " Kayley said.
"I'm going , but in jeans and a t shirt, so Vic will throw me out for inappropriate dress" Ross said.
"Bullshit, to inappropriate dress. It's your company, and they know that. Even if Mister Hell shows up, he wont not meet with you because of your relationship and all the money he makes from you and the oil and gas. Please, just deal with Tim and this guy who called, get in a car, and come home. " Kayley said.
"We will see" Ross said, showering, putting on jeans, a white T Shirt and sneakers, and jumping in an Uber.
When Ross entered the office, there were some people there,
"Ross, how are you feeling?" Ross's secretary said.
"Better , physically, but really, really upset. If anyone hears yelling or screaming, it will likely be at Mister Patrick, and the Bozo who called me yesterday when I was in bed sick, and that;s all I can say" Ross said, closing his office door.
Ross decided to call Tim first. "I'm in the office, in an old white t shirt, and jeans, and I'm extremely irritated. Okay, Timothy, you get to tell me your side before I call the Schmuck who called me regarding you when I was sick in bed yesterday. I will shut up and listen, and you will talk" Ross said calmly but firmly.
"Ross, this time I;m not one hundred percent sure what the call yesterday was about. I could not tell you that yesterday because you were in bed sick, I wanted you to rest, and I wanted us not to argue. Please call this guy, get the info, and then let me know. " Tim said.
Ross sighed. "I have no choice. Okay, let me do some searching, and I will call you back ASAP" Ross said, clicking Tim off and calling the guy who called the previous day
"This is Ross C, business manager of Tim Patrick. This person had called me yesterday, and I could not talk due to being ill. Thus ., I am calling back to find out the reason for this person';s phone call" Ross said.
The person who Ross spoke to told Ross that the person who called the previous day, had called Ross because Tim owed this company money, the company was being sold, and before the sale, the buyer wanted all old collections taken care of.
Ross sighed. "Okay how much does this involve?"
"Five million dollars payable ASAP or Mister Patrick and any financial rep will be sued" The person Ross spoke to said.
"If that was just a threat, I did not appreciate it. I'm calling just to get info and you are threatening me. Tell you what. forget this. You will be hearing from my attorney" Ross said, clicking off the phone.
Ross called Tim back. Ross was becoming more and more pissed with each thought he had.
"The person I just spoke to said something about a dispute involving you regarding five million dollars, and then threatened to sue both you and me" Ross said.
Tim sighed. "Okay, I guess its time to call Alan Hell and get a lawyer"
Ross was extremely furious. "No, Timothy. You cant just call Ross C and someone Alan Hell knows every time someone calls and you are in a mess! It does not work that way. I;m not thinking clearly now, so I'm trying to stay very calm, and not lose it with you. I will get Mister Hell to recommend an attorney just to stave this off, and then I have some thinking to do, and we have to talk, when I'm calmer, better, and more clear, okay?" Ross said.
"Yes" Tim said quietly.
"I will be in touch when I'm better. For now, I have to take care of myself!" Ross said sharply , clicking Tim off.
Ross went into the outer office, into an empty office of a Vice President who had just retired. Ross closed the door, and yelled FUCK! at the top of his lungs.
The office door did not open, and about a minute later, Vic knocked on it. "Ross, what's wrong?"
Ross opened the door. "Vic, come into my office, please. " Ross said, as the men went into Ross' s office and Ross closed the door.
Ross walked around silently , looking fit to explode, when Vic gently said.
"Ross, you look terrible. Is there any way I can help you?"
"Victor. my patience is wearing very, very , very thin with Mister Patrick. I just got off the phone with a guy who threatened to sue Mister Patrick and myself each for five million bucks, for what do you think? YES! The usual, Disputed unpaid goods! GRRRRRR! I am so freaking sick of this" Ross growled.
"Ross, I gently suggest, go into a car. Go home, rest, and then deal with this later. You have been sick, you might not be thinking clearly now. Please just let it sit, and make whatever move you will make when you're feeliing better" Vic said.
Ross smiled. "You're right. Let me get some papers, and get out of here"
Ross opened the door, went back into his office, gathering some papers, and heading out the main door.
"Will be back when I can , tomorrow, later this week, maybe never. The last part I'm just kidding of course. I have to go home, and get rid of whatever this is, and then I have a lot of thinking to do" Ross said.
Ross went into an Uber home, went upstairs, into his den, and just sat there with the lights off.
At 4, Kayley entered the apartment.
"Ross , are you here?"
"Ross who will not own RossShell for very much longer is in my lair." (Home office) Ross said, with a quiet, almost defeated tone to his voice
Kayley entered the den.
"Okay, what happened? Spill it" Kayley said.
Ross sighed long.
"What the fuck else? A guy threatened to sue both Timothy and I for five million big ones each. I hung up on him, but not before telling him to deal with my lawyer. I called Timothy, went off on him, and told him to leave me alone. Then, I went into an empty office at the company, shut that office door, yelled FUCK at the top of my lungs, Victor came in , I told him. Vic told me to go home, I took an Uber home, and here I am. I dont know what to do, Kale. I've hit a brick wall. I cant do this anymore. I dont want to end up in a messy lawsuit, but I cant be Timothy';s savior anymore when he fucks things up. I have to get better, and then I have a lot of thinking to do" Ross said.
"The most important thing you have to do is get better, so you can think clearly, then figure things out" Kayley said.
"Kayley, I'm thinking about doing something, very , very drastic. I swear. When we get to your summer vacation, I might take a month break off from the office, and we will just travel. The accounts are taken care of anyway. Vic runs the office, I will show the Vice Presidents just what to do with Tim's monthly work, let them do that, and I will email him, tell him I'm taking a 30 day hiatus from him, and if he bothers or calls or texts or writes in any way, I will drop him. If an oil and gas deal is done, I can give Alan Hell power of attorney to deal with my money due me. Fritz and Steve would understand if I explained to them what was going on with Tim, and I did not come to OKC for a deal or two. Hell, they would probably applaud me because they would know I was thinking seriously of dumping Tim and his constant circus of bullshit. " Ross said.
Kayley sighed. "You know that I will go anywhere with you. Would you do that? Could you really handle it?"
"It'[s better than getting myself physically sick or having a nervous breakdown. I';m thinking I could do it" Ross said.
Kayley and Ross sat there silently.
Was Ross serious about taking a 30 day break from RossShell and Tim?
How could and or would Ross deal with what might be an upcoming lawsuit for something that was not even Ross's fault in any way?
Those things would be seen.
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