2 Million? No, Just 200! So I Fled With My Twins Chapter 09

Not long after that, I closed up late one night. The customers were all gone, and I was wiping down tables

when I looked up and saw Eleanor standing across from my stall.

She hadn’t brought a driver or a caretaker. She stood alone under the streetlight, looking much older than the

last time I had seen her.

“Morgana, I only came to say something from the heart. When you and Corin took your mate vows, nobody

was happier than me.”

“Things got this bad because Nyx kept stirring the pot. She bad-mouthed you to me every day and tried to drive a wedge between you two. I was a blind old fool. I couldn’t see through her, and I meddled where I

shouldn’t have.”

“With the company in this state, Corin works past midnight every night, and sometimes he sleeps at the office. The old guard is waiting for him to fall on his face. A pack with no Luna to guide it is a sad thing…”

“I know you’re angry. I’m only begging you, for the kids’ sake, to go back and help him.”

I tossed my rag into the bucket and shook out my hands. “Mrs. Nightshade, that company is your family’s problem. I’m a single mom slinging skewers out of a truck. I don’t know the first thing about corporate

finance. Can’t help you.”

“I can raise my kids on my own. I made it three years, and I’ll be fine from here. Don’t use them to guilt-trip

It’s late. You should head home.”
Eleanor stood there and sighed. She didn’t push any further. She turned and walked slowly away.

That night, I watched the twins sleep. Then, against my better judgment, I dug my old address book out from

the bottom of a drawer.

Before Corin and I were mated, I spent five or six years running my own import-export business across pack

territories, and I built up plenty of contacts in supply and distribution.

I hadn’t kept in touch much with my old partners while I was raising the kids and running the truck. But we

had pulled each other through some brutal times in business, and we trusted each other.

One after another, I called three suppliers I used to work with.

I didn’t say one word about the Nightstalker Group. I only told them a friend of mine had a company looking

for reliable new suppliers, with solid credentials and real volume, and asked if they were interested in talking.

They all knew how I did business, so they said yes on the spot and offered to set up a time to sit down.

I put together their contact info and company profiles and sent everything from an anonymous email account to the Nightstalker Group’s general purchasing inbox.

About a week later, Corin showed up at the truck like a different man. Most of the worry had cleared from his face, and he worked with more energy than before.

“Morgana, you won’t believe this. Last week, out of nowhere, the company landed a few really solid suppliers.

They’re the best in the business.”

“Their prices beat our old ones, and the payment terms are generous. That plugged our cash gap overnight.”

He poked at the skewers on the grill as he talked. “According to Purchasing, the suppliers will only say an old

friend made the introduction. They won’t give us a name, no matter what.”

“Think it’s one of my dad’s old buddies from his warrior days?”

I sprinkled smoked paprika on a fresh batch of skewers without looking up. “Flip those already. Keep yapping and they’re going to burn.”

“Oh, right.” He scrambled to flip the skewers. He was still clumsy, but he was a lot more careful than before.

Not long after that, I closed up late one night. The customers were all gone, and I was wiping down tables

when I looked up and saw Eleanor standing across from my stall.

She hadn’t brought a driver or a caretaker. She stood alone under the streetlight, looking much older than the

last time I had seen her.

“Morgana, I only came to say something from the heart. When you and Corin took your mate vows, nobody

was happier than me.”

“Things got this bad because Nyx kept stirring the pot. She bad-mouthed you to me every day and tried to drive a wedge between you two. I was a blind old fool. I couldn’t see through her, and I meddled where I

shouldn’t have.”

“With the company in this state, Corin works past midnight every night, and sometimes he sleeps at the office. The old guard is waiting for him to fall on his face. A pack with no Luna to guide it is a sad thing…”

“I know you’re angry. I’m only begging you, for the kids’ sake, to go back and help him.”

I tossed my rag into the bucket and shook out my hands. “Mrs. Nightshade, that company is your family’s problem. I’m a single mom slinging skewers out of a truck. I don’t know the first thing about corporate

finance. Can’t help you.”

“I can raise my kids on my own. I made it three years, and I’ll be fine from here. Don’t use them to guilt-trip

It’s late. You should head home.”
Eleanor stood there and sighed. She didn’t push any further. She turned and walked slowly away.

That night, I watched the twins sleep. Then, against my better judgment, I dug my old address book out from

the bottom of a drawer.

Before Corin and I were mated, I spent five or six years running my own import-export business across pack

territories, and I built up plenty of contacts in supply and distribution.

I hadn’t kept in touch much with my old partners while I was raising the kids and running the truck. But we

had pulled each other through some brutal times in business, and we trusted each other.

One after another, I called three suppliers I used to work with.

I didn’t say one word about the Nightstalker Group. I only told them a friend of mine had a company looking

for reliable new suppliers, with solid credentials and real volume, and asked if they were interested in talking.

They all knew how I did business, so they said yes on the spot and offered to set up a time to sit down.

I put together their contact info and company profiles and sent everything from an anonymous email account to the Nightstalker Group’s general purchasing inbox.

About a week later, Corin showed up at the truck like a different man. Most of the worry had cleared from his face, and he worked with more energy than before.

“Morgana, you won’t believe this. Last week, out of nowhere, the company landed a few really solid suppliers.

They’re the best in the business.”

“Their prices beat our old ones, and the payment terms are generous. That plugged our cash gap overnight.”

He poked at the skewers on the grill as he talked. “According to Purchasing, the suppliers will only say an old

friend made the introduction. They won’t give us a name, no matter what.”

“Think it’s one of my dad’s old buddies from his warrior days?”

I sprinkled smoked paprika on a fresh batch of skewers without looking up. “Flip those already. Keep yapping and they’re going to burn.”

“Oh, right.” He scrambled to flip the skewers. He was still clumsy, but he was a lot more careful than before.