He cleared his throat before accepting the call,
"Hello, Sir"
"Hey" Morlov ignored his greeting,
"Come to the Manor" he added, hanging up.
What sort of attitude was that?
Was he pissed about the deal?
Fuck it.
He turned the car on...
Guess we'll know what's up when we get there.
This seemed to be a bigger deal than he'd thought.
Suddenly getting $100 million wasn't the problem— if anything, the hype it would create would make a good environment for Reeves Tech launch.
The problem would be the media.
How the fuck do I control that rowdy bunch?
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He nodded at the security at the door, as they opened it.
There seemed to be another car parked outside— was that one of Morlov's or the investor for the laundering?
"What's she doing?" He muttered as Scarlet's phone came back unavailable as he dialed.
"Mr. Ackerman" a voice called out from the end of the hallway— one of the securities.
"He'll see you at the study"
Alright.
Here goes.
