Charlotte he would, he replaced the MCube in the lab, making sure the minute camera he'd installed in it, as he had in all his devices, was still running. He was going to film every second he could in the tech department—and outside of it as well.
Pausing at his office, quite small when compared with Charlotte's but much larger than anything he'd ever been privy to before, he sank into the leather chair and turned on his computer. Within minutes, he'd signed into a remote server that rerouted his login information so it appeared to be coming from somewhere in Queens. With surprisingly little difficulty, he accessed the CEO's computer.
Then, he began to dig. As he had the previous night, David began to go through press releases, finance files, patent applications, and anything that Charlotte's clearance level allowed. He was looking for information he could use.
Over its illustrious twenty-five year history, the reputation of Mathers Incorporated had remained largely unmarred by scandal. This was due in large part, David believed, to Emerson Mathers’ paranoia. He refused to make deals with companies unless they were willing to commit to the most outlandish terms, and he didn’t become personally involved with anyone he believed was out for his fortune.
Unlike many other multi-billionaires his age, the man didn’t have multiple divorces or a string of girlfriends half his age. As far as David knew, he hadn't been with a woman since his first wife, Charlotte's mother, had passed away from Leukemia when she was four. Certainly, the man was careful. Few friends, even fewer family, and nothing to tie him to any adverse activity.
At least, nothing on the surface.
The man was selfish. This, David knew to be fact. Selfish men always wanted something for themselves. He was sure that if he kept digging, he would find something to incriminate the man. Once he was incriminated, David would begin tearing the company apart bit by bit.
While he was at it, he also searched for anything on Charlotte as well, though with less gusto than he had the previous day. As he sifted through photos of her in faraway Chinese villages with children, cutting ribbons on new factories, or grinning among throngs of African tribesman covered in their war paint, he found himself hesitating.
Mathers Incorporated had been founded and run for twenty-five years by an immoral man. Its tech department had been built upon a foundation of lies propagated by the same man. But, his daughter? What was Charlotte's crime?
She seemed genuinely concerned for the welfare of the less fortunate, and in the short time he'd worked with her, she'd shown nothing in common with her villain of a father.
Then, David remembered.
He remembered that while his father was passed out at the table drunk every night hers had been tucking her in. While he had been working at McDonalds in order to pay the power and water bills, she had been pampered and spoiled. While he had been attending his father's funeral, numb and disconsolate, she had been in Switzerland buying Rolexes and designer bags.
His mother had hardly spoken a word since the day he'd found his father's lifeless body in the bathtub. Though she'd been hurt by his withdrawal before, his death had broken something in her. Something that might never be repaired.
Plus, his father had taken his life because of Mathers Incorporated.
David's resolve hardened.
If it was tales of Charlotte's debauchery over her father's that would bring the company down, then so be it. He'd take anything he could get. He would never be able
Pausing at his office, quite small when compared with Charlotte's but much larger than anything he'd ever been privy to before, he sank into the leather chair and turned on his computer. Within minutes, he'd signed into a remote server that rerouted his login information so it appeared to be coming from somewhere in Queens. With surprisingly little difficulty, he accessed the CEO's computer.
Then, he began to dig. As he had the previous night, David began to go through press releases, finance files, patent applications, and anything that Charlotte's clearance level allowed. He was looking for information he could use.
Over its illustrious twenty-five year history, the reputation of Mathers Incorporated had remained largely unmarred by scandal. This was due in large part, David believed, to Emerson Mathers’ paranoia. He refused to make deals with companies unless they were willing to commit to the most outlandish terms, and he didn’t become personally involved with anyone he believed was out for his fortune.
Unlike many other multi-billionaires his age, the man didn’t have multiple divorces or a string of girlfriends half his age. As far as David knew, he hadn't been with a woman since his first wife, Charlotte's mother, had passed away from Leukemia when she was four. Certainly, the man was careful. Few friends, even fewer family, and nothing to tie him to any adverse activity.
At least, nothing on the surface.
The man was selfish. This, David knew to be fact. Selfish men always wanted something for themselves. He was sure that if he kept digging, he would find something to incriminate the man. Once he was incriminated, David would begin tearing the company apart bit by bit.
While he was at it, he also searched for anything on Charlotte as well, though with less gusto than he had the previous day. As he sifted through photos of her in faraway Chinese villages with children, cutting ribbons on new factories, or grinning among throngs of African tribesman covered in their war paint, he found himself hesitating.
Mathers Incorporated had been founded and run for twenty-five years by an immoral man. Its tech department had been built upon a foundation of lies propagated by the same man. But, his daughter? What was Charlotte's crime?
She seemed genuinely concerned for the welfare of the less fortunate, and in the short time he'd worked with her, she'd shown nothing in common with her villain of a father.
Then, David remembered.
He remembered that while his father was passed out at the table drunk every night hers had been tucking her in. While he had been working at McDonalds in order to pay the power and water bills, she had been pampered and spoiled. While he had been attending his father's funeral, numb and disconsolate, she had been in Switzerland buying Rolexes and designer bags.
His mother had hardly spoken a word since the day he'd found his father's lifeless body in the bathtub. Though she'd been hurt by his withdrawal before, his death had broken something in her. Something that might never be repaired.
Plus, his father had taken his life because of Mathers Incorporated.
David's resolve hardened.
If it was tales of Charlotte's debauchery over her father's that would bring the company down, then so be it. He'd take anything he could get. He would never be able
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