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comical.
    “What…Did…She…Want?”
Clayton’s persistence climbing.
    “You’re taking this
way too seriously, Clayton.” Resting my hand on his shoulder, watching him
squirm.
    “Bryer’s birthday is coming
up, you’re invited.” I spill. Knowing he was on the verge of a melt-down.
    “Oh, right.” Acting
like he’s been let down in some way.
    “Can Graham come?”
    That I didn’t see
coming. “Sure, as your plus one?” Smiling as I get one final dig in.
    “The last thing I
want to do is hurt you, but it is on my list.”
    And I watch him storm
off.
     
    Hell, both Clayton
and Gen in less than an hour, I’ve had my token crazy for the day.
    Note to self, yellow
everything.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Walking into M &
M Global, I meet John. He has been my Go-To guy since I lost Uncle Mac, pausing
I reflect on that. My father. Only two people know the truth, Bryer and myself,
I plan to keep it that way.
     
    “Nathan.” Reaching to
shake my hand. The warmth in his eyes always present.
    “My apologies, I know
I’m late,” I say.
    “We can address your
ideas immediately. The legal department is set up in the board room. Let’s skip
the pleasantries and get to the subject at hand.” Talking as he quickly leads
me down the corridor.
    I enter as a
discussion is being debated, but everyone seems to drift into silence once I’m
at the head of the table. I remain standing. “Good afternoon everyone, my
apologies, East Side Barbell had my attention this morning. So I’m juggling the
two jobs, not very well apparently.”
    A small laugh escapes
them.
    “The foundation.” I
glance at the small group in front of me, “I’ve always wanted to incorporate
health awareness with the underprivileged, even kids with disabilities. I have
the perfect outlet. In conjunction with the foundation, we can give back
utilizing my gym. Giving opportunities to kids that would never have this
fortuity. I’ve put my ideas on a thumb-drive for each of you to look over.”
    As I’m handing them
out, I’m stopped in my tracks by the voice at the other end.
     
    “Mr. James, you are
aware the foundation was set up with specific intentions that have no relations
to your ideas, ” says the man at the opposite end of the table, his hands
steepled, hiding his face, his legs causally stretched and crossed at the
ankles. “I see no benefit disturbing the principles of the original goals of
the foundation.” Seeming very protective, or possibly possessive of the
foundation.
    “I don’t agree. I see
this as an opportunity to expand what is already in place, not alter it. What’s
your point?” Feeling slighted, I try to appear open and professional, but he’s
being closed minded and quite honestly a dick. “I seem to be at a disadvantage
mister…?” And as I watch him slowly, boldly rise, lean over the table, knuckles
supporting his weight, our eyes meet. Then the words that follow, change
everything, and nothing makes any fucking sense.
     
    “Cash Harrison.”
    The mounting
exasperation tightens in my throat. My eyes narrow and it takes everything to
keep my composure, I could sense everyone in the room tense, as if they were
caged animals trying to escape.
    “And the point is
there may indeed be some changes occurring, but not with the foundation,” he
says his eyes challenging me.
    “By all means,
enlighten me.” Trying to decipher this radical change of events. But I’m far
from done. “You have a nasty habit of showing up where you’re not wanted, Mr.
Harrison.” He must have a death wish.
    “Is that right?”
    He looks at me like
he knows something I don’t.
    “What a shame, maybe
the foundation is a little shaky as in other areas of your life.” He continues
his assault.
    Bringing personal
matters into the boardroom, stepping on my dick to make himself look important.
He sure has a pair. He’s going down, audience or not. The stubborn fool needs
to turn his sarcasm down before I get really pissed. “Was that a