selling her own child. âAre you out of your mind?â
âShouldnât we consider a lucrative income stream when itâs presented?â Alex argued. âWe canât categorically dismiss that kind of paycheck.â
They could when it was coming out of the bank account of the man who had destroyed Cass. Didnât that matter?
âWait just a darn minute, Ms. Moneybags.â Harper rounded on Alex, who shrank a bit under the redheadâs scowl. âFormula-47 is my baby, not yours. I spent two years of my life perfecting it on the premise that weâd hinge our entire future strategy around the products we can create from the technology. If we sell it, weâre giving up rights to it forever for a lump sum. Thatâs not smart.â
Alex tapped her pen faster against the legal pad. âNot if we retain rights and structure the dealââ
âNo one is structuring deals,â Cass broke in. âI only mentioned it because you needed to know. Gageâs offer will vanish instantly if the leak shares the formulaâs recipe. And since we still donât know who it is, we have to focus on that first.â
Alex firmed her mouth and nodded. âThatâs true.â
âWhat did our lawyer say?â Trinity asked, raising her eyebrows as Cass blinked at her. âDidnât you just come back from Mikeâs office?â
âGod, Iâm sorry.â Cass slid down in her chair an inch in mortification. Gage had wiped that entire meeting out of her head. âMike doesnât think we can involve the police yet. The article didnât contain enough detail and wouldnât stand up in court as proprietary information. He advised us to file for FDA approval immediately, in hopes that will stem future information from being released prematurely. Until we find the leak, we canât be too careful.â
She had to regain control now . Gage wasnât a factor. Period.
âIâm not ready.â Harper shook her head mulishly. Careful and thorough might as well be tattooed on her forehead alongside her credentials, a valuable trait in a scientist who created the products with Fyraâs label on them. âThis is our first product that requires FDA approval. We canât rush it.â
âSo our lawyer gave us advice we donât plan to take.â Pradas flat on the ground, Trinity leaned on the table. âWhat else do we have on the agenda that we need to get busy shooting down?â
âThe leak is the only thing on the agenda,â Cass said firmly.
Alex zeroed in on her. âWhatâs your plan for fixing this problem, then?â
âIâm still working on it.â
âYouâre working on it.â Alexâs sarcastic tone couldnât have conveyed her disbelief any more clearly. âYou mean you donât have something laid out already?â
Cass froze her muscles, a trick sheâd perfected over the years. She refused to let on that Alexâs words had pierced her through the chest.
Alexâs point wasnât lost on her. Cass should have a plan. But didnât, which was the last thing sheâd admit to these women who were looking to her for leadership. âIâve got some ideas. Things in the works.â
âThings?â Trinity repeated incredulously.
Trinity and Alex glanced at each other and foreboding slid down Cassâs spine. She was losing her edge. And everyone knew she didnât have a blessed clue how to handle this problem.
âI said Iâll take care of it,â Cass snapped and then immediately murmured an apology.
She couldnât believe how the meeting had deteriorated, how much it hurt to have Alex on the other side of these critical company issues. There were fractures in Fyra she hadnât known existed. Fractures in the relationships with her friends and business partners that scared her. Was Alex disputing her ideas because she had lost