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to drag you any further into this mess.”
“Well shit,” he said, finally laughing like the brother I was used to. “Next time just come tell me that we’re not fucking buying the business, and I’ll vote with you. If you really feel that strongly about it, I won’t go against you. You’re not usually wrong, and even if you are, I’d rather be wrong with you than right with a man like Nick Carver. I knew you didn’t like him, but I had no idea you were that serious about it.”
“He’s up to no good, Jason. I can’t prove it, but I know it in my very bones. We should not be buying that company.”
“Fine man, we’ll go call a meeting with the board right now. I’ll change my vote, and we’ll cancel the deal.” He looked at me then and laughed. “Well, maybe we should get you back in a suit first, and you need to shave. You’re scruffy as shit, brother. How’s the jaw feel? Ben said you got hit pretty hard.”
My head snapped up. “Who’s Ben?”
Jason
Fuck. I was doing a lot of screwing up today. Jackson had just told me that he was trying to protect my stupid ass from financial ruin and then I went and blurted out that I’d been trying to protect his stupid ass from physical ruin. We were a matched pair weren’t we?
“Ben’s the bodyguard that I hired to protect you while you were doing this homeless thing,” I admitted. “He’s the one that jumped on the guy in the shelter. He’s been following you around since Tuesday night.”
I was afraid he’d be pissed, but he was doubled over in laughter.
“I wondered why the fuck some homeless guy would jump in on my fight. You hired a bodyguard to watch me be homeless for a week? That shit is too funny.” He was gasping for breath and there were tears running down his cheeks. “And here I thought I was doing it all on my own. I was actually kind of proud of myself. I should have known I couldn’t do it.” He was getting his laughter under control, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He must have been taking this man versus world struggle more seriously than I thought.
“Speaking of which, we’re going to start eating three meals a day at this restaurant that I found. Well, two meals a day, because I don’t think she’s open for breakfast, but she should be because she makes the best French toast in the world.” Being homeless had clearly gone to his head. “What on earth are you rambling on about?” I asked, totally confused.
“Alissa,” he said, as if that explained everything. “She makes amazing French toast.”
Chapter 9: The New Plan
Jackson
Jason and I decided that we needed to sit and talk for a while. Obviously, we were going to have to come up with a new plan. We needed to call a board meeting, but I wanted to have the whole thing worked out ahead of time. If Jason and I both voted “no” to buying the Carver Company, then we would no longer have a majority and the negotiations would end immediately. Together, we controlled sixty percent of the vote. When we were in agreement, we could pretty much run the company however we wanted.
There were four other board members, Robert, Kayla, Nithin, and Kristin, who were also investors in the company. We could run the company without them, but we’d learned that it was better to have people on the board who had a vested interest in the business. It was also good to have a second opinion, or in this case four opinions. They brought diversity to the table, and we were stronger for it.
The Carver deal had come to us originally through Robert. He saw Nick as an up-and-coming powerhouse, so he’d monitored his businesses for the last three years or so. When he felt that Nick had acquired enough experience to be noteworthy, we’d assigned Kayla the task of beginning the official due diligence to decide whether to make the acquisition.
Jason and I settled into a coffee shop where we could speak uninterrupted and begin our planning. The way I saw it, we
“Well shit,” he said, finally laughing like the brother I was used to. “Next time just come tell me that we’re not fucking buying the business, and I’ll vote with you. If you really feel that strongly about it, I won’t go against you. You’re not usually wrong, and even if you are, I’d rather be wrong with you than right with a man like Nick Carver. I knew you didn’t like him, but I had no idea you were that serious about it.”
“He’s up to no good, Jason. I can’t prove it, but I know it in my very bones. We should not be buying that company.”
“Fine man, we’ll go call a meeting with the board right now. I’ll change my vote, and we’ll cancel the deal.” He looked at me then and laughed. “Well, maybe we should get you back in a suit first, and you need to shave. You’re scruffy as shit, brother. How’s the jaw feel? Ben said you got hit pretty hard.”
My head snapped up. “Who’s Ben?”
Jason
Fuck. I was doing a lot of screwing up today. Jackson had just told me that he was trying to protect my stupid ass from financial ruin and then I went and blurted out that I’d been trying to protect his stupid ass from physical ruin. We were a matched pair weren’t we?
“Ben’s the bodyguard that I hired to protect you while you were doing this homeless thing,” I admitted. “He’s the one that jumped on the guy in the shelter. He’s been following you around since Tuesday night.”
I was afraid he’d be pissed, but he was doubled over in laughter.
“I wondered why the fuck some homeless guy would jump in on my fight. You hired a bodyguard to watch me be homeless for a week? That shit is too funny.” He was gasping for breath and there were tears running down his cheeks. “And here I thought I was doing it all on my own. I was actually kind of proud of myself. I should have known I couldn’t do it.” He was getting his laughter under control, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He must have been taking this man versus world struggle more seriously than I thought.
“Speaking of which, we’re going to start eating three meals a day at this restaurant that I found. Well, two meals a day, because I don’t think she’s open for breakfast, but she should be because she makes the best French toast in the world.” Being homeless had clearly gone to his head. “What on earth are you rambling on about?” I asked, totally confused.
“Alissa,” he said, as if that explained everything. “She makes amazing French toast.”
Chapter 9: The New Plan
Jackson
Jason and I decided that we needed to sit and talk for a while. Obviously, we were going to have to come up with a new plan. We needed to call a board meeting, but I wanted to have the whole thing worked out ahead of time. If Jason and I both voted “no” to buying the Carver Company, then we would no longer have a majority and the negotiations would end immediately. Together, we controlled sixty percent of the vote. When we were in agreement, we could pretty much run the company however we wanted.
There were four other board members, Robert, Kayla, Nithin, and Kristin, who were also investors in the company. We could run the company without them, but we’d learned that it was better to have people on the board who had a vested interest in the business. It was also good to have a second opinion, or in this case four opinions. They brought diversity to the table, and we were stronger for it.
The Carver deal had come to us originally through Robert. He saw Nick as an up-and-coming powerhouse, so he’d monitored his businesses for the last three years or so. When he felt that Nick had acquired enough experience to be noteworthy, we’d assigned Kayla the task of beginning the official due diligence to decide whether to make the acquisition.
Jason and I settled into a coffee shop where we could speak uninterrupted and begin our planning. The way I saw it, we
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