definitely told the others who Cass was meeting with. So she would have to give them the whole story, including his ridiculous offer for the formula.
Of all the nerve. Telling her she owed him the formula because heâd given her a few pointers once upon a time. Oh, she owed him all right, but more like a fat lip. Fyraâs success had nothing to do with Gage.
Well, the broken heart heâd left her with had driven her for a long time. But sheâd succeeded by her own merit, not because heâd mentored her.
If anyone decided to sell the formula, it would be because it made sound business sense. Like sheâd told him. She squared her shoulders and went to her meeting in the large, sunny room at the end of the hall.
The other three women in the C-suite ringed the conference table as the governing forces of the company theyâd dubbed Fyra, from the Swedish word for four. Alex Meer ran the numbers as the chief financial officer, Dr. Harper Livingston cooked up formulas in her lab as the chief science officer, Trinity Forrester convinced consumers to buy as the chief marketing officer and Cass held the reins.
All three of her friends looked up as she entered, faces bright with expectation.
âHeâs gone. Letâs get started.â Cass set down her phone and tablet, then slid into her customary chair.
âNot so fast,â Trinity said succinctly. âWeâve been sitting here patiently waiting for juicy details, remember?â
Theyâd all been friends a long time. Juicy details meant they wanted to know how she felt about seeing Gage again. Whether she wanted to punch him or just go in the corner and cry. What was he up to and had they talked about their personal lives?
She didnât have the luxury of burdening her friends with any of that because they were also her business partners. There was no room at this conference table for her emotional upheaval.
âHe wants to buy Formula-47. Offered one hundred million,â she said bluntly. Better to get it out on the table. âI told him it wasnât for sale. Thatâs the extent of it.â
Harperâs grin slipped as she wound her strawberry blond ponytail around one finger, an absent gesture that meant her brilliant mind was blazing away. âThatâs hardly the extent. Whatâs the damage? Did he hear about my formula from the trade article?â
âNo.â Cass hated to have to be the bearer of bad news, but they had to know. âHis information was much more detailed. Which means the leak is worse than we thought.â
Hearing her own words echo in her head was almost as bad as a physical blow.
âWhatâs wrong?â Trinity asked immediately, her dark head bent at an angle as she evaluated Cass. âDid Gage get to you?â
Dang it. It had taken all of fourteen seconds for the woman whoâd been Cassâs best friend since eleventh grade to clue in on the undercurrents. That man had put a hitch in her stride and it was unforgivable.
âIâm concerned about the leak. Thatâs it. Forget about Gage. I already have,â she lied.
Trinityâs eyes narrowed but she didnât push, thank God. Gageâs timing was horrific. Why had he waltzed back into her life during such a huge professional catastrophe?
Alex, the consummate tomboy in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, fiddled with her ever-present pen, tapping it against the legal pad on the conference table in front of her. âA hundred million is worth considering, donât you think?â
Instantly, Harper shook her head so hard, her ponytail flipped over her shoulder. Trinity and Cass scowled at Alex, who shrank under the heat of their gazes, but didnât recant her traitorous statement.
âWorth considering?â Cassâs stomach contracted sharply as she took in the seriousness of Alexâs expression. How could she be talking about selling so coolly? To Cass, it would be like