“Inside was a fake formula,” I said. “Felix sent the confidential form to Dandelion Diva.”
“He’s been spying for them?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Sorry to make you part of it. But you’re the least suspicious person. We knew he’d trust you.”
She sat up straight. “Corporate espionage?”
“He crossed the wrong Cole,” said Cameron.
“True,” I said. “And we have no choice but to prosecute Felix.”
Jen leaned forward to get a better view of the foyer. “He’s being read his rights by the police.”
“We wanted that done outside,” I told her.
We hadn’t wanted to alarm our staff.
She turned to face me. “What are you going to do to Dandelion Diva?”
“As from twelve o’clock today,” I said. “They no longer have a distributer.”
“They can’t make tea?” she asked.
“That’s the least of their worries,” I said.
“Things are about to get interesting.” Cameron took another sip of his tea.
Jen stared at him. “Why? What else are you going to do to Dandelion Diva?”
“Wipe them from history,” I replied.
Cameron and I headed back to my office on the 79thfloor.
He took a seat on the couch in the corner and I set about making him another cup of tea—only this time the recipe was mine.
A piece of my soul was mixed in amongst those delicate leaves. I wanted him to absolutely love my creation, but at the same time his honest feedback was crucial—especially when it came to his discerning taste.
He lifted the teacup and took a sip, and then another. “You added chocolate shavings?”
“Yes.”
Cameron sat back as though trying to decipher my inspiration.
“I’m calling itReflection.”
He contemplated the name.
“Be honest.” I sat down opposite him and braced myself for what came next.
“Game changer,” he said. “The flavor is youthful, fresh and inspiring.”
“You mean that?”
“It’s remarkable.”
My shoulders slumped with relief. I loved it, but knowing that he loved it was just as important.
“It will be interesting to see how Dad reacts,” he said. “His taste is sophisticated.”