means?"
"Dean can fill you in on our conversation with the deputy," I answered as I got off the bed. I stretched widely and gave my neck a good roll. The plan I had set up wasn't going to be easy, but it was needed to keep my family safe. "You do need to pack a bag for a few days, baby. I've hired a charter plane this morning to come get us. We're going to New York for an emergency board meeting."
"I've never been on a plane, Spence," Ryder said, his eyes going wide. "Why pick me to go? I'm the least reputable person in our family to stand at your side."
"I want Luc here because he's the closest thing we have to a doctor," I replied as I put my hands on Ryder's shoulders. "And Dean's good backup in case Luc needs help. But I don't want to do this alone, and I need the comfort that you specialize in, Ryder."
Ryder searched my face for a few moments before nodding. "If you think that's what's best, I trust you, Spence."
"Thank you, baby," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be back. I've got a lot to handle before the plane comes to get us late tonight."
"We're good here. You go do what you need to." Dean nodded, cupping my cheek with his hand. "You're doing the right thing here, Spence."
"I hope so," I said quietly. "Doesn't make it any easier."
"Never does, babe." Dean chuckled, then gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled at my men and then left the bedroom, heading to my office. Once there I started getting all the paperwork I would need together.
Twenty minutes later, Ethan's cell phone rang and I knew the number well.
"Hello, Greg," I said with a smirk as I answered the call.
"Mr. Fallon?" he asked, shock apparent in his voice.
"Yes, Greg. Ethan can't come to the phone right now; he's getting his first round of treatments."
"Treatments for what?" Greg asked after clearing his throat, seeming to have recovered from the shock. "I was worried when I hadn't heard from Ethan regarding my concerns about the changes in your will."
"This will go better for you if you don't treat me like an idiot, Greg."
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Fallon. I'm assuming you mean treatments for Ethan's cancer, but I was told there was nothing more that could be done. I've taken care of his medical bills since he was a Fallon Industries employee and became terminal. I thought that best considering this is a more than a company, but a family."
"Very noble of you, Greg. But at what price did Ethan receive this kind gesture?" I asked firmly. I knew from several business and psychology classes that, when you wanted to exert your dominance, using your subordinate's name always when speaking to them reminded them that they could not reply with your first name. It was a sneaky mind game I rarely used, but with Greg, he needed reminding who was in charge.
"I gave him special tasks to help out our company," Greg answered slowly. "It was apparent he could no longer work full time. And I didn't want him to feel as if he was getting a hand-out."
"One of which had him on my doorstep with a gun?"
"He did what?" Greg gasped, playing up his shock. I rolled my eyes at his lack of acting skills. "I'm shocked, Mr. Fallon. Did he explain why he felt the need to bring a gun?"
"Ethan told me everything, Greg. And I have to say I'm very disappointed with you."
"Me! What did Ethan say that involves me?"
"Really, Greg? That's how you want to play this? You really are going to try and deny that you sent Ethan here to kill me?"
"Mr. Fallon, I have no idea what lies that little faggot has been…" Greg replied, then stopped, probably realizing his mistake.
"Yeah, those damn fags are just a pain in your ass, aren't we, Greg?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Spencer," he grumbled, not bothering to try and pay me any respect anymore. "Look, I don't care what that little shit told you, you have no proof. I've done a fantastic job of running this company over the years, Spencer. If you want to try and smear my good name, take it up with
"Dean can fill you in on our conversation with the deputy," I answered as I got off the bed. I stretched widely and gave my neck a good roll. The plan I had set up wasn't going to be easy, but it was needed to keep my family safe. "You do need to pack a bag for a few days, baby. I've hired a charter plane this morning to come get us. We're going to New York for an emergency board meeting."
"I've never been on a plane, Spence," Ryder said, his eyes going wide. "Why pick me to go? I'm the least reputable person in our family to stand at your side."
"I want Luc here because he's the closest thing we have to a doctor," I replied as I put my hands on Ryder's shoulders. "And Dean's good backup in case Luc needs help. But I don't want to do this alone, and I need the comfort that you specialize in, Ryder."
Ryder searched my face for a few moments before nodding. "If you think that's what's best, I trust you, Spence."
"Thank you, baby," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be back. I've got a lot to handle before the plane comes to get us late tonight."
"We're good here. You go do what you need to." Dean nodded, cupping my cheek with his hand. "You're doing the right thing here, Spence."
"I hope so," I said quietly. "Doesn't make it any easier."
"Never does, babe." Dean chuckled, then gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled at my men and then left the bedroom, heading to my office. Once there I started getting all the paperwork I would need together.
Twenty minutes later, Ethan's cell phone rang and I knew the number well.
"Hello, Greg," I said with a smirk as I answered the call.
"Mr. Fallon?" he asked, shock apparent in his voice.
"Yes, Greg. Ethan can't come to the phone right now; he's getting his first round of treatments."
"Treatments for what?" Greg asked after clearing his throat, seeming to have recovered from the shock. "I was worried when I hadn't heard from Ethan regarding my concerns about the changes in your will."
"This will go better for you if you don't treat me like an idiot, Greg."
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Fallon. I'm assuming you mean treatments for Ethan's cancer, but I was told there was nothing more that could be done. I've taken care of his medical bills since he was a Fallon Industries employee and became terminal. I thought that best considering this is a more than a company, but a family."
"Very noble of you, Greg. But at what price did Ethan receive this kind gesture?" I asked firmly. I knew from several business and psychology classes that, when you wanted to exert your dominance, using your subordinate's name always when speaking to them reminded them that they could not reply with your first name. It was a sneaky mind game I rarely used, but with Greg, he needed reminding who was in charge.
"I gave him special tasks to help out our company," Greg answered slowly. "It was apparent he could no longer work full time. And I didn't want him to feel as if he was getting a hand-out."
"One of which had him on my doorstep with a gun?"
"He did what?" Greg gasped, playing up his shock. I rolled my eyes at his lack of acting skills. "I'm shocked, Mr. Fallon. Did he explain why he felt the need to bring a gun?"
"Ethan told me everything, Greg. And I have to say I'm very disappointed with you."
"Me! What did Ethan say that involves me?"
"Really, Greg? That's how you want to play this? You really are going to try and deny that you sent Ethan here to kill me?"
"Mr. Fallon, I have no idea what lies that little faggot has been…" Greg replied, then stopped, probably realizing his mistake.
"Yeah, those damn fags are just a pain in your ass, aren't we, Greg?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Spencer," he grumbled, not bothering to try and pay me any respect anymore. "Look, I don't care what that little shit told you, you have no proof. I've done a fantastic job of running this company over the years, Spencer. If you want to try and smear my good name, take it up with
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