About Dad...” Francine asked again.
“Yeah, I talked to him. You know, I never knew Dad could be so...so, I don’t even know,” she said, her voice rising several octaves.
“Farrah!” Francine hit the top of her desk with the palm of her hand. “Focus and tell me what happened.”
“Meeks is what happened. He and Robert, in fact,” she said.
“What?” Francine asked, throwing up her hands.
“They talked to Dad and—”
“When?”
“I’ll tell you if you stop interrupting me,” she said before taking another bite of her candy.
Francine closed her mouth, took her thumb and index finger and imitated turning an invisible lock on her lips. She then threw the imaginary key over her shoulder and glared at her sister.
“Thank you,” Farrah said. “Anyway, thanks to Meeks and Robert, Dad all of a sudden agreed that personal security for celebrities brought on too much risk. And before you break that lock and ask, yes, I reminded him of just how much revenue that part of our business has generated over the last two years, and that expanding to work with celebrities was the next natural step.” Farrah crossed her arms and legs. “I even reminded him that both Robert and Meeks were in favor of this division change until you got shot. We all know Meeks is making this personal when it should be about business. Mom has managed to keep Dad at bay for now, but if he manages to get the board to reconsider their decision and calls for a vote, we’re screwed.”
Francine had been able to convince her dad and the majority of the stockholders to give her one major celebrity client to prove that not only was this additional line of business profitable, but it also brought no extra danger to their team. Francine had been well on her way to selecting and perusing that client before she was shot. Fortunately Tiffany’s case had landed in her lap at the perfect opportunity.
“Damn! If that didn’t convince him, I’m not sure what will.” Francine sat forward, crossed her arms on her desk and laid down her head. “If we can’t convince Dad to change his mind, then we’ll be at a shareholder stalemate.”
“And let me remind you, sister dear, if that happens, the issue goes to the board for a decision.” Farrah laughed and slowly shook her head. “Dad may not be an attorney, but he sure as hell thinks like one. Making that thirteen-person board full of his friends, which he virtually controls, have the final say in any decisions that the six shareholders can’t resolve was brilliant.”
Francine raised her head. “Just one more thing you got from Dad,” Francine said.
Farrah smiled and flipped her hair. “What, my brilliance?”
Francine shook her head. “No, your sneakiness. So what do we do?” she asked, sitting up to reach for more candy.
“While I’m looking for some legal loopholes, you need to see how many board members you can convince to vote our way.”
“Well, there are thirteen votes, and the six shareholders are split down the middle.” Francine used her fingers to count off the votes. “So, of the outstanding seven members, I know we have Mom, Mary and Paul on our side. We either need to find a way to convince shareholder Matthew—”
“Not going to happen. Matthew always votes with Meeks...they’re brothers,” Farrah said.
“Or, we see if we can get one of Dad’s old business cronies or one of those Army Special Forces kids to take back their voting proxy and vote our way,” Francine countered.
“All right, what about his former business partner, the one who never leaves his house? What’s his name? Bass, Brick?”
“It’s Beck, Ronald Beck, but he’ll never go against Dad,” Francine said. “He and Eddie Mercado helped with the start-up funds for the business, remember? Dad’s made them a fortune. Hell, he’s made everybody a fortune.”
“So which of the remaining two board members, those Special Forces kids, do you think you could have a shot with—Dallas Walls or James Grayson?” Farrah asked.
“Neither. Their fathers were a part of Dad’s Special Forces group and he’s had their proxies for years. I don’t think either of them has ever even personally attended a board meeting. They run their own billion-dollar companies, after all,” Francine said.
“You’re right. Walls has that massive cattle ranch where he raises horses, and he also runs a string of steak houses. And Grayson owns the Grayson & Grayson Oil consortium with his sister. We’re just a blip on their radar.”
“Well, they inherited their seats from their dads. It’s not like it was something they sought out to do. What’s the deal with that, anyway?” Francine asked with a deep frown.
Farrah sat up straighter in her chair. “We’re a privately owned company and we can set up the board any way we want. As long as we stick to our established bylaws, we can—”
“That’s not what I mean, legal eagle,” Francine said, rolling her eyes. “I never really understood why Dad gave two seats on the board to the kids of two men that died before he even started the company.”
“According to Mom, Dad felt like he owed them. It’s a ranger thing. So, any ideas?” Farrah asked.
“Actually, Mom might be able to convince Mr. Mercado,” she said shyly.
Farrah’s eyes widened, and she nodded slowly.
Francine’s mother had told her girls that once upon a time, Eddie Mercado had had a crush on her. They’d even gone on a few dates before she’d met their father. Francine felt like it would be disloyal to her father to even ask her mother to approach the man themselves, even though her mother had assured them that their father had gotten past it years ago. They and Eddie had been friends and even business partners for years.
“Do you think Mom would do that?” Farrah asked, frowning. “I mean, voting against Dad with us is one thing. Going to an old boyfriend for help to do it is something different entirely.”
“What other choice do we have?”
“Anything but that. You know, if you’d just take Meeks to bed, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Farrah said, laughing and making her eyebrows dance.
Francine sighed. “If only it were that easy. Besides, Meeks has made it perfectly clear that the only interest he has in me is professional.”
Farrah threw her candy wrapper into the silver trash bin that sat at the corner of her sister’s desk. “You couldn’t tell that by his behavior, especially lately. In fact, ever since you were shot, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you. Good thing he didn’t know you were ready to walk away from fieldwork before Dad had to retire. He’d never let you forget that and he’d find a way to use that knowledge to his advantage.”
“I know. Enough of this already,” Francine said as she stood and picked up her electronic tablet. “You did look over the case file, right?”
“Yep. I wonder what made Tiffany switch agencies anyway.” Farrah raised herself up off
