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“Just trying to decide what to do about her." It was kind of the truth. A half-truth. I knew what I wanted to do about her. I just also knew that Ishouldn’twant to do those things.
“What do you mean? Are you bothered by the no media rule she insisted on? I would be bothered if I were you.”
I knew he was throwing me a life preserver here, but I was thankful because Evan’s reminder did help my brain to move on from thinking about her lips.
I sat up and Evan dropped on the couch next to me.
“I am actually bothered by that,” I said sincerely. “I need something to prove to the world that I’m actually trying here. That Reed Biotech is a solid company making real contributions.”
“She doesn't want the media involved so the project doesn't get messed up, right? So what if you announce it after some progress is made? It wouldn't mess it up and it will only solidify your agreement and her claim to it.”
“And if she’s pissed? It's a legal contract. She could sue us.”
“But then she'd have to leave, wouldn't she? She would lose a lot of progress, and then there would be nothing stopping you from going ahead with the research on your own.”
“Yeah. The board insisted I added that one. I was almost scared she wouldn't agree to it.”
“Maybe she didn't realize the implication. But, yeah, you got a little lucky there,” Evan said. Weirdly, I felt bad about that. Didn’t I technically deceive her? This was business though. Anything goes. And she did say she had a lawyer review the contract, so they should have warned her about that clause.
“I think she'd still be glad that the research continued. She really does care about this. It’s personal for her and that’s her motivation.”
He eyed me. “You would know, wouldn't you?”
“Quit giving me that look.” I scowled. “It's obvious she's passionate about her research.”
“Are you sure nothing happened?”
“No, nothing happened,” I said a little too quickly, causing him to eye me with even more suspicion.
He shrugged. “Well then, if you say so.”
Philip came in with some documents which he set on my table.
“These need your signature,” he said.
I finally got off the couch and Evan wasted no time settling in. I sat at the desk, scribbling my signature onto the pages and letting Philip take them away when I was done.
“And what if I wanted to avoid the media thing? At least for now?” I asked Evan.
“Then you'll have to consider some of Damien's ideas. Many of which are also technically your ideas. I'm sure we discussed more than half of them during our brainstorming sessions.”
“And dismissed them because they weren’t solid or wouldn’t have enough impact. Most of them are only suited to just stalling for time and looking like we’re trying to distract everyone.”
“Well, those are two things that you need,” Evan pointed out.
I was silent for a while, turning it over in my mind.
“I think I have a good idea.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. Let's hear it.”
“Actually, it's not new. I have always had it in mind and even suggested it once, but we weren't ready and some of the directors didn't see the need.”
“Out with it already.”
“Agricultural biotechnology. We can biologically enhance plants to be able to survive harsh weather and pests. Also, we can partner with farmers to whom we will give land and supply machinery and equipment.”
“Okay…” he said skeptically. “It's an interesting idea, but I don't know…”
