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The threat was real.
He glanced at his phone, wondering if he should ring Daniel. Pride held him back.
Where was he going to find a damn rabbit?
“Send Tate in here on your way out. Tell him to drop everything. I want to speak to him now.” Blake instructed, referring to his director of marketing.
Like the rest of his senior management team, Tate was well aware of the numbers and threat to InkWell. It was his job to stay on top of competitors and threats in the market.
One by one, he would meet with them all to uncover any rabbits, so to speak, and if it took the rest of the week, then so be it.
“I’ll keep doing some research and see what I can find. A company like Kennedy Enterprises won’t be intimidated by the usual legal letter threatening to take action,” Trevor said. “Especially when they know it would take a dozen InkWell’s to afford the legal bill to do anything.”
“Thanks, Trevor.” Blake sighed and slid another lozenge into his mouth.
“I know this is bittersweet but take some solace in the fact they copied you because your idea was a good one. A great one.”
“But you can’t trademark an idea.” He sighed once more.
“No, you can’t. And that’s a good thing. Generally,” his lawyer agreed.
This is how it worked. You could trademark the brand name of a phone, for example, but not the concept or idea of the mobile phone. It allowed for the evolution of markets, science, engineering, and technology, among many others.
Coca Cola and Pepsi were the perfect example. Neither of them owned soda, but they could fight it out at the checkouts for market share of their version.
Blake understood the importance of that, but when a company was so big, they put rules in place to undercut all other competitors, that was no longer called commerce.
It was called controlling the market.
As Trevor left his office, Blake leaned back in the chair. He wasn’t someone prone to hate another human being.
He hated Randall Scott.
Sure, Blake had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he had built InkWell from the ground up with no help from anyone in his family.
He was fucking proud of it.
Whatever it took, he would fight to keep his business trading. Tate knocked on the open door.
“Come in.” Blake nodded and stood to move the whiteboard out of the corner of the room.
He was fired up.
While he was at it, he was determined to get that sexy little Montgomery ass back in his bed. Tonight, he planned to pound Bella’s sweet pussy until she screamed.
