Sheila Downey asked as Adrienne collapsed into a chair across from Sheila’s desk. “Oh yeah. He went for it. He bought my disguise hook, line, and sinker.” Adrienne shifted in the chair. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. I’m glad you’re doing it, just a bit blown away.” “What choice do I have?” Adrienne frowned at her long-time friend. “Drew wouldn’t let me within a hundred miles of a managerial position. When I figure out what’s going on with Weston Pharmaceuticals, I’ll present the information to the board, along with my intent to take my father’s place. They’ll have to take me serious.” Sheila’s face twisted in concern. “I’m not sure. From what I remember of Drew, this could be dangerous. He isn’t going to give up control of Morrigan’s easily.” “No,” Adrienne conceded. “He won’t. I’ve thought it out and can’t think of any other way that puts me on the inside. I don’t have time to wait.” “George Weston may be in cahoots with Drew. You do realize that?”
