“Burn those who burned me!”
Jameson shot Edward a cooled re. You could clearly tell they were not on the same page, and I
had no time for games.
“VP Lawrence, with all <i>due </i>respect, it <i>doesn’t </i><i>look </i><i>like </i><i>you </i>and <i>your </i><i>chairman </i>are <i>on </i>the <i>same </i><i>page</i><i>. </i>I came here for one reason only<i>; </i><i>I </i>want to <i>work </i>with <i>ra </i>Rouleau. If she’s not here there’s <i>no </i>reason I
would be.”
As we turned to walk out, Edward spoke again. This time with urgency in his tone.
“Ch–Chairman wait! <i>Look</i>, we never said <i>ra </i>wouldn’t <i>be </i><i>here</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
I stopped walking and turned slowly, staring directly at Jameson.
<i>“</i><i>Is </i>that right?”
As Jameson red back at me, Edward continued.
“Well, of course. <i>I </i>mean <i>with </i><i>all </i><i>due </i><i>respect</i><i>, </i><i>after </i><i>she’s </i><i>finished </i><i>with </i><i>her </i><i>degree </i><i>she’s </i><i>of </i><i>course </i><i>going </i><i>to </i>work for <i>her </i><i>father’s </ipany<i>. </i>That <i>stands </i><i>to </i>reason <i>does </i><i>it </i><i>not</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
He had a point, in fact that was the whole reason I decided on this meeting. I assumed she would naturallye here once she graduated. Jameson decided to chime in, this time his expression was more rxed and his tone slightly smug, although you could still see the subtle hint of annoyance.
“Edward is <i>right</i>. <i>My </i><i>daughter </i><i>will </i><i>undoubtedly </ie <i>to </i><i>JGP </i><i>after </i><i>she </i><i>graduates </i><i>from </i><i>Lexington</i>, so <i>if </i>you want to work <i>with </i><i>her </i><i>you </i><i>will </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>work </i><i>with </i><i>us</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
My annoyance reached its breaking point. I’was curious though, something told me Jameson had no idea about what his daughter had aplished during her two years at Lexington so far. I decided
to put that theory to a test.
“Tell me something Granger, <i>are </i><i>you </i><i>aware </i><i>of </i><i>why </i>I’m <i>so </i>interested in your daughter?”
Jameson’s face twisted up, and at that moment, he realized he never even asked WHY or WHAT my
interest in ra was.
Scoffing, he began to speak.
“Look Taylor<i>, </i>I’m afraid I don’t have time for riddles. Whatever your reasons, the matter still stands, <i>ra </i><i>will </i><i>be </i>at JGP so if you want to work with her, you’ll have to make a deal with us.”
Edward looked at his partner with exasperation, clearly this wasn’t how he wanted this meeting to go, but Jameson’s arrogance overpowered it.
I let out a light chuckle and scoffed.
“<i>You </i><i>really </i>don’t know <i>do </i>you<i>?</i>”
I looked over at Edward who now looked as if he wanted to faint. Suddenly, I noticed an invitation
on the table for a g. I walked over and picked it up reading its contents. It looks like Granger was throwing a graduation G for his precious mediocre daughter. Just then, an idea formed in my
head, smiling smugly I walked over to Jameson.
“This g<i>, </i><i>is </i><i>ra </i><i>going </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>there</i><i>?</i>”
Before Jameson could answer, Edward interjected.
“Of <i>course </i><i>she </i><i>is</i><i>! </i><i>She’ll </i><i>be </i><i>there </i>to <i>celebrate </i><i>her </i><i>sister </i><i>graduating </i><i>high </i><i>school</i><i>! </i><i>In </i><i>fact</i><i>, </i><i>this </i><i>invitation </i><i>was </i><i>for </i><i>you </i><i>as </i><i>Jameson </i><i>was </i><i>hoping </i><i>to </i><i>invite </i><i>you </i><i>after </i><i>we </i>made <i>our </i><i>deal</i><i>. </i><i>Isn’t that </i><i>right </i><i>Jameson</i><i>?</i>”
Edward looked over a
his partner with nervous eyes. I chuckled slightly.
<i>“</i><i>High </i><i>school </i><i>huh</i><i>? </i><i>I’d </i><i>almost </i><i>forgot </i><i>she </i><i>and </i><i>ra </i><i>are </i><i>the </i><i>same </i><i>age </i><i>since </i><i>ra </i><i>has </i><i>already </i><ipleted </i>two <i>years </i><i>of </i><i>college</i><i>.</i><i>” </i><fna9da> Original content can be found at f?ndnovel</fna9da>
Jameson’s face twisted up, he knew exactly what I was insinuating. Speaking with Edward but keeping my eyes on Jameson, I continued.
<i>“</i><i>I’ll </i><i>tell </i><i>you </i><i>what</i><i>, </i><i>after </i><i>I </i><i>meet </i><i>with </i><i>ra</i><i>, </i><i>I’ll </i><i>make </i><i>my </i><i>decision</i>. <i>The </i><i>proposal </i>we <i>have </i><i>would </i><i>lock </i>JGP in on a <i>multi</i><i>–</i><i>billion</i><i>–</i><i>dor </i><i>deal </i><i>for </i><i>research </i><i>and </i><i>medicinal </i><i>creation</i>.”
Both Jameson and Edward’s eyes bulged. ‘Did that catch your attention Granger.‘ I nodded to Owen; it was time to go. I’d wasted enough time on this jerk.
Owen looked over at me with slight amusement, he knew better than anyone what working with ra meant to me and was eager to see what my next n was. Handing him the invitation I made
a request.
“Find out everything you can <i>on </i><i>ra’s </i>rtionship <i>with </i><i>her </i>father<i>,</i>”
Owen smirked.
“I assumed you mean <i>the </i>rtionship he doesn’t want people to know about.”
I faintly smiled at Owen; he knew me too well.