Page 67 of Rekindling Desire

“Fuck, how long can he keep talking?”

“There’s no limit on Twitter.”

I was the CEO and a decision needed to be made. “Have him removed from the property. I’ll call Dani.” Currently, she was the chairwoman of the executive board.

Johnathon left as I called my sister on my cell phone. As soon as she answered, I asked, “Have you heard? Darius is airing family laundry on Twitter as we speak. He’s live streaming from in front of this building.”

“Fucking dick move,” she mumbled. “What are you going to do?”

“I’ve sent security to remove him from the property.”

“I have an idea. Meet me in ten minutes in the press room on one.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Our brother is mentally unstable. It’s time the world is aware.”

Gabriella

“What is happening?” I asked Johnathon as I slipped into the back of the Sinclair press room. The only warning I’d received was a text message from Damien telling me to hurry.

“Dr. Sinclair is about to address our shareholders and customers.”

My brow furrowed. “Was this planned?”

Johnathon handed me his phone. The Twitter app was pulled up with a video paused.

My eyes widened. “Shit, is that Darius?”

Johnathon nodded. “You can watch it. The filming ends when Sinclair security and IMPD physically remove him from the property.”

My heart sank. “Shit, this is bad. What did he say?”

We were speaking low as Damien and Dani were talking to members of the press and the cameras were being set up. If this was going to be like press releases from when I worked here, the broadcast would simultaneously run on multiple mediums and hopefully be picked up by larger news organizations.

“He rambled,” Johnathon said. “Talked about Mr. Derek Sinclair.”

I sucked my lower lip between my teeth. Marsha had been direct in not wanting personal information leaked. The public already knew more than she wanted them to know.

“His marriage?” I asked.

“I didn’t hear that,” he said. “I haven’t listened to the entire rant.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood against the back wall. Finally, Damien looked up, his navy gaze meeting mine. The lines of worry and concern were again around his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his neck strained.

Timothy Evans rushed into the room from the back door, not slowing until he was up front with Damien and Dani. He appeared to be quite animated in his discussion. I made my way closer.

“…bad idea. This will appear retaliatory,” Timothy said.

“As CEO,” Damien said, “and current chairwoman of the board, it is within our rights to defend ourselves, our family, and our company. Sinclair Pharmaceuticals is more than a company; it’s our legacy, and we won’t allow Darius to burn it down around us.”

Timothy was appealing to both of them. “Refrain from saying anything derogatory about Darius. He’s baited you. He wants you to do something to give him the upper hand.”

Dani nodded. As she turned, she saw me, and a feigned smile came to her face. “Welcome to the shit show.” She lowered her volume. “Bet you’re glad you’re not married into this disastrous family.”

“I’m not. I also know you, Damien, and your parents. The disastrous one is the one who is unraveling as we speak.”

“He’s probably calling a lawyer at this moment.”

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