PRIMAL Nemesis (Book 2 in the Redemption Trilogy, A PRIMAL Action Thriller Book 6) (The PRIMAL Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

spectacles and coughed. “About five hundred million.”
    “Five hundred million,” Pollard snapped. “They cost us five hundred million.”
    “Yes sir, and a five year forecast of an additional six hundred million, possibly more.”
    “Over a billion dollars, gone up in smoke.” He jabbed a finger at his attorney. “Where do we stand with our legal recourse?”
    The lawyer was plain looking, with her hair in a bun and a suit that could have belonged to a man. She hadn’t been hired for her looks. One of the best in the business, she was a Columbia Law graduate with a decade of experience in international business law. “Sir, I've assembled my team and we've initiated legal action against the Mexican Government. We anticipate serving the defendant by the end of the month.”
    “And you’re confident you will be successful?”
    “Yes, sir. Like you said, under the North American Free Trade Agreement, the Mexican Government was obliged to provide you with a secure environment to conduct your business. They failed. There is no doubt in my mind they’re accountable for the loss of your investment and your future earnings. It’s covered under Chapter 11 of NAFTA.”
    For the first time in days Pollard smiled. “This may turn out to be lucrative after all.” He gestured to the door. “Now if you would excuse us, my dear, I would like to talk privately with my colleagues. I will see you later in my office.”
    “Yes, sir.” She left the table and Pollard waited till she was out of sight. He pointed at Charles King, the director responsible for security and the CEO of Ground Effects Services. “Charles, I want an update on our progress with finding the people responsible.”
    “Yes, sir, the intel team has assembled in our GES facility and have commenced working with the CIA to find Objective Yankee. We've discovered that he has an associate who is German, Objective Red Sox. I have an asset traveling to interview this associate’s family in Bavaria. We're confident he will unlock the identity of Yankee and the rest of what we are calling the Major League Network.”
    “And these are the people you let destroy the mine?” asked Wesley Chambers.
    King glared at the thirty year old. The investment banker was by far the youngest in the room and, as far as King was concerned, the biggest security risk. “Yes, that is correct.”
    “Oh OK, so what are you doing to make sure they're not planning to take down any of our other ventures, like Venezuela, or the DRC? I mean, dude, you did such a good job of protecting the Chihuahua mine.”
    “Shut the hell up!” Pollard, the Chairman, snapped.
    King continued, “You'll be happy to know, Wesley, that as a direct result of your inability to maintain your own security, I’ll be assigning you and the others with a personal security detail.” He referred to a previous incident where the PRIMAL operative Mirza had accessed Wesley’s phone and installed hacking software.
    Wesley looked shocked. “What? You mean a bunch of your goons are going to follow me around all day? No way, dude. It's bad enough you make me carry one of those shitty company phones.”
    Pollard stabbed a finger. “You'll comply with the security requirements or you can find another job. It's that simple.”
    Wesley chewed his lip and remained silent.
    “That concludes our meeting, gentlemen. We won't convene as group again until the security situation has improved. That will be all.”
    Wesley and the CFO gathered their things and departed. The investment banker was still complaining about the security changes as he walked out.
    “That idiot is getting on my nerves,” said King when they were gone.
    “He’ll be dealt with in good time,” replied Pollard. “My main concern is neutralizing the Major League group. If we don't, I have no doubt that our other CIA contracts will quickly evaporate. Need I remind you exactly how lucrative arming rebels and running rendition ops is?”
    “No, sir.