“No, I do, but after talking with Jack—”
“Kate said you wanted me to do sales,” Grant pushed doggedly.
“Yes, but after some college and some training, perhaps. You don’t really have the Ivy League degree for sales. It’s usually people in fraternities and such.”
Grant smirked. “I’m in the biggest fraternity of all.”
“I think he can handle it,” Kate said.
If Grant didn’t know any better, he would say she was impressed. Her grandmother certainly looked impressed.
“At Holbrook Enterprises, we expect a junior sales associate to bring in fifty million a year in sales.”
Grant almost choked.
“Fifty million?” Grant couldn’t even comprehend how much that was.
“So you understand I can’t just hand out a sales job.”
“I’ll land it on my own merit.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Walter asked, a hint of concern on his face.
“I think so. Maybe,” Grant replied.
“I’ll help prep him,” Kate said.
Grant and Walter stayed at Kate’s grandmother’s house the rest of the day. They had the TV on, and Kate fielded calls from various news stations and talk shows, ironing out the details for the next days’ lineups. Grant was a little put out that he had to go on TV. He didn’t really want to relive the previous day, and he hated that people would think he was some sort of sociopathic killer like his mother. He thought about looking online for the video of the clubhouse attack but then decided he didn’t really want to see it.
As he walked into the den from grabbing a drink of water, CNN was on. An anchor was talking about the clubhouse events, and then, without warning, they cut to the video.
Grant froze. He felt sick, watching himself calmly shoot the assailants then walk over and shoot the one wearing the body cam in the head.
“You sure showed him!” Margaret crowed.
Grant felt nauseous. The glass dropped out of his hand and shattered on the floor. CNN looped the video.
“Gram, stop it!” Kate hissed and turned off the TV.
“Hey! I was watching that!”
Kate led him into a sitting room. “Are you all right? I’m sorry I didn’t even check up on you. Do you even want to do any of these interviews?”
Grant shook his head. Kate pulled him to her, and he breathed in her scent, trying to relax.
“I’ll cancel them,” she said.
“No,” Grant said, snuggling his head into her chest. “Better to get it over with. The military called me, too. They want the good publicity, so I have to go on.”
Kate stroked his hair for a few moments then said, “I’ll have you on TV tomorrow only. There will be some parties in your honor in the next few weeks, but I’ll make sure you just have to show up and don’t have to speak.”
“Thanks,” he mumbled into her shirt.
Chapter 35
Kate
Walter confronted Kate before they left.
