decision when I get complete information.â She looked at her Citizen wristwatch. âHave it on my desk within the hour.â
âI included a rough estimate of the total operating cost, but Iâll break it down to the last paper clip if thatâs what you want.â
Nicole crossed her arms. âYouâve got a problem with details?â
He studied her as the wall clock ticked off the seconds. Nicole was acutely aware that she was being sized up. His expression seemed to shout that she didnât measure up to some standard he had. Marcus Reed was a proud man whoâd pulled himself up out of the âhood. To him she must seem like a spoiled dilettante with the power to make his life difficult, at least for a few months.
âRegretting that promise to stay on? I know what an ordeal change can be for some people.â
âYouâll find Iâm very adaptable, Nicole,â he answered, his voice even deeper than normal. âIâm not going anywhere.â
The challenge in his brusque response sent a thrill up her spine. Nicole nodded once and sat down. She picked up a letter Cat had left on her desk. âGood. Iâll give you a call after I look at that budget breakdown. Paper clips and all,â she said as she scanned the page.
âDone.â
Nicole glanced up just as he whirled around and strode out the door. Her eyes narrowed to slits. âIâm going to have fun training you, Mister,â she murmured.
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Two hours later Nicole sat across from Russell. Instead of summoning him, Nicole had agreed to meet with Russell in his corner office. She was giving diplomacy one last attempt. With more of her mother in her than she cared to admit, reining in her impatience proved to be a constant battle. Nicole tried to follow her fatherâs example in dealing with her cousin. Stanton was respected for his business sense and his ability to build alliances under the most demanding circumstances, yet even the most forbearing saint would have cracked under the situation Nicole now found herself in.
âRussell, weâve gone over the reasons I donât agree with your plan three times. Iâm not going to change my mind,â Nicole said through clenched teeth.
âIf we want to win over the Fortune 500 companies, Nicole, we have to go state of the art,â Russell insisted. âWe could double or even triple our profit. Using pupil scanners at ATM machines would put us miles ahead of our competitors.â
Nicole counted to ten. âRussell, not one of the banks you contacted is interested. Not one .â
âThatâs because you wonât let me put together a full videopresentation and buy the prototype. Brandon assures me this is new millennium technology.â
âUnproven technology. Your frat brother has a reputation for losing other peopleâs money,â she retorted.
âWho didnât suffer losses when the bull market ended?â Russell waved a hand. âWe canât stop moving forward because of one downturn.â
âWe discussed this in a meeting. Marcus and I agreed that these new devices seem promising, butââ
âYou and Marcus,â Russell cut in. âEvery time I try to take this company to a higher level one of you blocks me.â
â But ,â Nicole pressed on louder to get his attention, âthose machines are too expensive. Your pal wants us to beta test the things and pay big money in the process.â
âBrandon might convince his people to lease us the V-Protex for six months. I could set up a test site at the Pink Isle riverboat casino in Lake Charles. First Federal has an ATM machine installed there.â Russell sat forward eagerly.
Nicole gave a short laugh. âRussell, think about what you just said. Iâm not going to pay for Brandonâs field test.â Those were Marcusâs words, actually. Nicole wouldnât have known the