Brigit shifted her gaze from one to the other. “This ishuge.”
Marjorie shot Colton a knowing smile. “Nowshe’s onboard.”
After more discussion and brainstorming, Brigit rose. “Would either of you like something? Shane’s baked goodies?” She patted her stomach. “I’m going to gain some pounds working here.”
“Sure, dear,” Marjorie said.
The pregnancy is making her hungry.“I’ll text Shane,” Colton said. “A protein shake is a healthier choice.”
Brigit opened the door and glanced back at Colton. “That’s fine, but I still need a moment.”
* * *
Needing to clear herhead,Brigit stepped out front. Now she understood why MobiCom was going full-tilt for Francesco. Crockett Boxes would take the wireless industry to the next technological level. If only her parents had been around to see this kind of breakthrough. She rubbed her chest, hoping to lessen the pain in her heart.
Colton had personally brought the innovation to Francesco. Through his no-interest loan, Francesco could manufacture more Crockett Boxes, thus controlling output stream and quality. She anticipated the success of the product would catapult Francesco’s languishing stock, turning a midsize company into an organizational powerhouse.
With the future of her company at stake, MobiCom had to be stopped. Not because Francesco would be absorbed into MobiCom’s operations and cease to exist, but because Wilson Montgomery didn’t deserve this win. Colton did. He was the glue holding this entire project together.
She knew so little about the intricacies of corporate takeovers, but Melvin Parsons did. But she’d left her phone on her desk.Dammit.
Just then, Vanessa drove up the driveway and parked at the circle. After lifting several designer shopping bags from her trunk, she bustled toward the front door.What a cushy job.
“Taking a break?” Vanessa asked.
Shopping during work hours?“Clearing my head.”
“Want to go for drinks sometime?” Vanessa stopped on the cobblestone walkway.
Yeah, right.“I’m super busy with work right now.” Brigit looked across the manicured property, hoping Vanessa would go inside so she could think.
“I’d go stir-crazy if I were you. You hardly leave the compound. There’s a new Tyson’s restaurant called the Publick House. Happy hours are crazy sick.”
“Uh-huh.” Brigit whipped her gaze toward Vanessa. “Wait,what?”
“Drinks, sometime? Boy, you are working too hard.”
“What’s the name of that restaurant?”
“Publick House. You’ve probably heard all the buzz.”
“That’s it!” Brigit bolted into the house and down the hallway. Flinging open Colton’s door, she blurted, “I’ve got it!”
“Got what?” Marjorie asked.
She closed the door and placed her palms on the conference table. “A possible way to get MobiCom off our backs.”
“Go,” Colton said.
“Francesco goes public with the innovation. That should drive the stock price up, beyond MobiCom’s reach. Everyone will want in. Shareholders won’t sell. There won’t be enough shares for MobiCom to buy, and without majority, their hostile takeover fizzles. Game over.”
Marjorie nodded. “We’ve been so focused on keeping things under wraps, that might work.”
With a nod, Colton strummed his fingers on the table. “That’s a solid idea, Brigit.”
Marjorie glanced at her watch. “I’ll run it by the execs on my way to the airport. We’ll circulate our own press release and inundate social media. With any luck Montgomery will choke on the news.”
“What about Dobb?” Colton asked.
