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I ignore hi the distance betweennot to speak until I stop in front of his desk, opposite Derek

"Yes, son," he de he does "What the fuck are you doing?"

I’lea to do with irritation and everything to do with amusement He thrives off the war for control he’s stirred between his sons He’s not repenting for his sins with the gri him to come take him, and as much as I’d like to blame his brain tumor, I can’t I love my father because he’s my father, but he’s a bastard, which is exactly why I swore I’d never work here

I reach inside the envelope and re both down in front of him "Do you knoho that is?"

Derek replies beforeus fro our money They aren’t anymore"

There is pride and victory in his voice that hasto face hi isn’t ready for er lives" And because my brother doesn’t seem to have a conscience I add, "It opens us up to lawsuits"

"That we’ll be able to afford," Derek argues, "because we’re rolling in cash And we have you to fight the company takes calculated risks," he counters

"The drug isn’t ready"

He rests his hands on the back of one of the two leather chairs separating us "No one says we don’t keep working on the quality of the product, but I’ve paid to ensure we can take it to market whenever we so choose"

Ion the second chair "Poorly hidden luot this company in trouble last year, in case you don’t reain if need be"

"If this goes sour, I won’t defend you"

"The pharmaceutical property was your acquisition You’re linked, baby brother No one will believe otherwise"