Page 103 of The Situation
I grin. “Because you do.”
He balks.
“Gan, I don’t give one flying fuck about Brewer Group, and I couldn’t care less about preserving Dad’s legacy. What I do care about isyou, even though you’re a prick, and I couldn’t let you do it alone.”
Carys covers her mouth, but I can still hear her giggle.
“I couldn’t abandon you when you were trying to pull it all together for the rest of us. Hell, I knew you didn’t want to be doing it from the day Bianca left to go to Florida.”
His face softens.
“I respect the hell out of you, brother. And I respect you even more for doing what’s right for your family.” I glance at Carys and wink before turning back to her husband. “You need to be here, taking care of our girls.”
Gannon groans. “You always have to blow it.”
I laugh.
“What do you propose we do?” I ask, releasing a breath.
“First, I want to see if any of you want to take the reins at Brewer Group.”
“Again, not a hard question to answer.” I shift in my seat. “Me? No. If you go, I go. Ripley? I love him, but he’s not smart enough to do your job.”
Gannon’s lips twitch.
“Jason won’t. Bianca will laugh in your face. And Renn will likely pass, but he’s the wild card.”
“That’s about how I see it, too.”
I fold my hands on the counter. “So what do you do? Sell it? Because while no one is going to want to spearhead Brewer Group, Renn will want to keep the Royals. Ripley might want the Arrows, although I’m not sure. Jason will keep Brewer Air, but that’s not under the umbrella company anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve talked to our attorney over the past couple of weeks. We can separate anything we want from the Brewer Group and sell what’s left.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“You’re good with this?”
“Fuck, yeah. Want to hop on a group text and settle it now?”
Gannon rolls his eyes. “This isn’t the kind of thing you can handle on a group text.”
“You just say that because you’re old.”
I whip my phone out. I have a text sent before Gannon can stop me.
Me: Hey, fam. Gannon wants to retire. Here are our options—one of you takes over Brewer Group, we sell it all, or sell it all minus whatever you want to keep. Brewer Air is already exempt because Jason wouldn’t let Dad incorporate it into BG. (Nerd.)
“Dammit, Tate,” Gannon says as his phone goes off.
Carys mouths, “Thank you,” from across the room.
“You’ll thank me when this is over in ten minutes,” I tell my brother as a host of dings break through the air.
I unlock my screen.
Jason: This NERD had forethought. Whatever you guys decide works for me.
Bianca: It’s about damn time. (I don’t want anything.)
