Carl said with a bona fide man-whore smile on his face. Brent sighed. He’d barely walked inside his business partner’s office, and it’d already started. Carl moved the computer monitor in his direction, but Brent refused to look and retrieved the iPad from his briefcase. “Don’t care. Did you take a look at the corporate wellness proposal I emailed you?” Carl grabbed a small basketball and passed it from hand to hand, his eyes following the movement of the ball. “Not yet. Don’t worry, buddy, we’ll work it out.” Or I’ll work it out. Showing blue- and white-collar workers a healthier lifestyle and easier solutions for their day-to-day, work-related aches was a passion of Brent’s that his sleazy partner didn’t share. Why would he? Carl had landed his position courtesy of his wealthy father, who had been the first major investor. The old man used his financial support for leverage to keep his son employed.
