Chapter 110: Roll the Dice

Jacqui tore off another piece of the mutilated napkin in her hands and wadded it up into a tiny ball. When she compressed it as she could get it, she plopped it down into the small pile of wadded up balls in front of her. She instantly ripped off another piece.

Reaching across the table, Brent Wellington placed his hand on top of the napkin and gently pushed it and her hands to the table. "Relax. It's just lunch. You eat lunch all the time."

"And it's usually at my desk or in situations where I have control. This feels like an ambush." She wadded the rest of the napkin up, tossing it to the center of the table. She reached for her water glass, needing something to do with her hands.

"This is far from an ambush," her financial consultant said. "It's just a business meeting to introduce you to someone who might be able to help you with your next project. You're the boss. You can say yes or no."

She shook her head. "They want me to hire them and so do you. That's three against one. It's