Chapter Six
David Ramesly was seen leaving his doctor’s office this morning, claiming that he is in perfect health after rumors are swirling about his abilities to continue as head of Ramesly Pharmaceuticals,” a news anchor stated, pictures of David trying to placate a pack of reporters streaming on the television screen behind him. “Speculation of David’s mental health have emerged as family members reluctantly tell reporters that David’s memory has been slipping for years. Mood swings, denial, and outright fabrications have been cited as part of the patriarch’s personality.”
Max appeared on the screen, followed by reporters as he walked on a jobsite. “Alzheimer’s? No, I don’t believe he’s been formally diagnosed with anything.”
“What about rumors about David’s mental and emotional stability?” a reporter asked. “Should he be director of Ramesly Pharmaceuticals? Is he mentally fit to fill the role?”
“Mental health was the reason he retired seven years ago,” Max told them. “He and Mom went on a four-month cruise to try to get him to relax and refocus. I think it may have been ordered by the doctors. Mom was worried he was headed for a nervous breakdown.”
The reporters chattered after him.
“Look, I’ve said more than I intended already,” Max put on his hard hat. “I need you all to vacate the premises. We’re about to level this building. Remember, for all your demolition needs call Blow It Up Demolition Company.”
“Noah Ramesly released a general statement to the press,” the anchor told viewers. “In the written statement he says ‘I have long known my father to be slipping mentally. Over the years he has become more irrational, demanding and inconsistent. He belongs in a retirement community, not as the head of a multi-billion-dollar company.’
“The lack of confidence in David Ramesly continued with other family members and even a few former employees,” the news anchor resumed his monologue. “This news station has learned that Rachel Ramesly, wife of David Ramesly has decided to grant an interview today to former tabloid reporter Sterling Denver. We’ve obtained rights to air the interview and will have it here on New Business at one sharp.”
Molson tried to pull the tape off his fingers. Somehow it had gotten wrapped around, sticking to itself. Grimacing, he decided scissors were in order. The problem was that he was right handed and would need to use his left hand to wield the scissors. It wasn’t going to be easy.
“What are you doing?” Holly put down her tray, sitting at the table with him. The busy cafeteria continued to buzz around them.
“Wrapping a present,” Molson motioned to the colorful paper. “That should be obvious.”
“It’s a lump,” Holly raised an eyebrow, examining it.
“I just use a lot of paper,” Molson tried to maneuver the scissors without much success. “And lots of tape.”
“I can see that. What is actually under all that paper and tape?” Holly turned the package over in her hands. “I hope it’s for a little girl.”
“For my niece. Coloring pencils and books full of pictures. Nice ones, not those cheap dopey ones that have no imagination,” Molson was happy with his purchase at the craft store. “The pencils become water color paint when wet.”
“I’m sure she’ll be very happy with it,” Holly gently took away the scissors, snipping the tape that was holding Molson hostage. “How are things going with you and Dad? I was surprised to see that he’s your supervising doctor.”
Molson tried not to grimace. He searched for an answer to her question that wouldn’t be him complaining. He didn’t want to complain to Holly about her father, even if her dad was worth complaining about. “He’s got a lot to teach me.”
If he ever would teach instead of just insulting, Molson thought to himself.
“I’m glad the two of you are getting to know each other,” Holly smiled.
“He loves you a lot,” Molson knew that much was true.
“He does,” she agreed. “Did you see the news? Rachel Ramesly is going to be interviewed. I wonder why.”
“I’m hoping to watch it. I get off at one,” Molson frowned. “Since Sterling is doing the interview, I’m hoping it’ll be helpful to our plan.”
“I’ve rearranged a couple of appointments. We could watch it in my office,” Holly offered.
“I’ll be there Beautiful,” Molson promised, pleased.
She leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the cafeteria.
Fred whistled. “Dude. The boss’s daughter? Bad idea.”
“Nah,” Molson gave a silly grin. “Best idea I ever had. She’s perfection.”
“She’s going to get you kicked out of the program,” Fred predicted.
Molson chose not to answer. So far, he knew that Fielding didn’t have a clue. The minute he did, he’d come down harder on Molson than he already was.
