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Iâ€™m startled out of my thoughts when my brother jumps up and shouts a
bunch of profane nonsense, hands flailing like heâ€™s trying to swim on land, or
approximate the chicken dance while on an LSD trip.
â€œYou canâ€™t do this! Itâ€™s absolute bullshit!â€ Armstrong yells.
I look around the table, trying to piece together what I missed.
â€œIâ€™m sorry, Armstrong. I know this is a shock, but we feel itâ€™s in the companyâ€™s
best interest to put Lincoln at the helm during this transitional stage,â€ G-mom says
At the helm? I look to G-mom whoâ€™s busy not looking at me.
Armstrong jabs at finger at himself. â€œBut Iâ€™m the one whoâ€™s put in all the time
here! I deserve to run the company! Lincoln doesnâ€™t know the first thing about
Moorehead. All he knows how to do is dig wells and forage for food in the
wilderness. How are those valuable assets here?â€ He turns his attention to our
mother. â€œDid you know about this? How can you let this happen? Look at him. How
can that be the face of our company? He looks like he crawled out of a gutter and
mugged a twenty-year-old college kid on a bender. How is this better for our bottom
My mother clasps her hands in front of her. â€œIâ€™m sorry, Armstrong, but this
decision wasnâ€™t mine to make. I know this is hard for you, but your grandmother
Armstrong stomps his foot, exactly as a toddler would. â€œThe company is
mine! Lincoln canâ€™t have it!â€
I raise a hand, half to quiet my brother and also to find out what the freaking
deal is. â€œWhoa, letâ€™s back this bus up. Can someone explain whatâ€™s going on?â€
â€œYouâ€™ve been appointed as the CEO of Moorehead Media, according to the
will,â€ Christopheâ€”no R, because that would make it far too pedestrian a nameâ€”my
fatherâ€™s lawyer says.
Iâ€™m working on trying to remain calm as I address my grandmother. â€œYou
didnâ€™t say anything about me being CEO. You said you needed my help.â€
â€œRunning the company, yes,â€ she says through a practiced, stiff smile.
Itâ€™s her warning face, but seriously, when she said she needed my help for a
few months I figured it meant Iâ€™d be keeping Armstrong in line while she sorted out
who was going to take over the company, which I realize now was a stupid
â€œI didnâ€™t think that meant CEO. How am I going to run a company with this
dickhead on staff?â€ I motion to my brother.
â€œThe name calling is unnecessary,â€ G-mom replies.
â€œLincolnâ€™s not even part of this family! He hasnâ€™t attended one event in the
past five years except for Dadâ€™s funeral. He didnâ€™t bother coming to my wedding and
now heâ€™s going to run the company? How is that fair?â€
I snort. â€œYour wedding was an expensive joke.â€
He crosses his arms over his chest. â€œI was set up. Amalie had cold feet and
made me out to look like the bad guy.â€
The woman beside him shoots him a disgusted look.
Armstrong clears his throat and tugs at his collar. â€œMy wedding is not the real issue. The point is that youâ€™ve never involved yourself in any part of this family and now you think you can come in and take over. I will not stand by and let this happen!â€ He keeps jabbing his finger at me as if heâ€™s engaged in a finger sword fight.
I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers behind my neck. Armstrong has always been reactive. And self-absorbed. For a while, it seemed like he finally had it togetherâ€”back when he was engaged. But ever since that fiasco of a wedding he seems to have come completely unglued. Again. But worse this time. â€œSomeone needs a timeout.â€
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of
Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s writes
contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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