Page 9 of In the Heir (Westerly Billionaire 1)
Why would I care what he thinks? He doesn’t come across as someone who’d be above stretching the truth to get what he wants.
And I’m doing this to help someone.
What do they say about good deeds? They never go unpunished?
How can something that felt right a week ago feel wrong now?
Her phone beeped with a text from Rachelle. She wanted to know how Alisha felt and if she needed anything.
Alisha thanked her, but stressed that she was all set.
Chicken soup? Is your throat sore?
I’m fine. I love you for asking, but I’m going to sleep now.
Do you have your substitute lesson plans ready in case you can’t make it in tomorrow? If not, I can go to your school first and make sure everything is there and ready.
I should tell her I’m not sick so she’ll stop worrying, but then I’d have to lie about why I don’t want to see her today.
I’m just tired, Rachelle. I’ll be in school tomorrow. Thank you.
Call me in the morning.
I will. Love you.
Love you, too.
Alisha turned off her phone, put it down on the grass beside her, and threw another stone into the water. Are you in a better place, Mom? Can you hear me where you are?
I’m sorry I focus on the worst of who you were, but that’s because I don’t want to miss you.
It hurts like hell when I do.
Alisha lay back in the grass with an arm over her eyes. I have a good life, Mom. I love my job. I have amazing friends who care about me.
And I’m getting married.
How is it possible to have all that and still feel alone?
Brett had surprised his secretary by leaving the office at five o’clock. He drove to Braintree, where Spencer’s office was located. After a long night of thinking, he’d decided it was time to make some changes in his personal life.
Like his grandmother, he was no longer willing to settle for the fractured state of his family.
In business, Brett went after what he wanted one hundred percent. Because he held nothing back, he won where others lost. Before Alisha, he would have said he lived by his own rules, but there was definitely a pattern playing out in his family, and it would stop with him. If he could run a multibillion-dollar corporation, he could damn well have a conversation with his brother that didn’t end with one of them walking off.
A receptionist greeted him as he exited the elevator. The large glass walls behind her with the WorkChat decal had the feel of a start-up business, albeit a good one. He automatically assessed the professionalism of the conversations around him and nodded. “I’m here to see Spencer Westerly.”
The woman held up a gadget about the size of a phone and scanned him. “Brett Westerly?”
“Yes.”
She tapped something into the gadget. “He’s not available to meet with you in person.”
“Where is he?” Brett demanded. He didn’t like wasting time.
The young woman gave him an odd look as if it were not the norm to hear a raised voice. “He’s in the lab, but he said he’s willing to meet with you if you’re not afraid of heights.”
What the hell? “Fine.”
The woman stood and led him to what looked like a closet door. “Please step inside. Your session will automatically commence once the door closes. If you become disoriented or nervous, touch the wall with a flat hand for ten seconds and your session will end. Please don’t try to run out of the room while still in session, since the floor is a rolling one and will only move you through the setting you’ve chosen. However, the floor freezes when the session terminates, so please remember to touch the wall when you would like to leave.”
Giving in to his curiosity, Brett stepped inside and closed the door. He stood motionless inside what appeared to be a tan cylinder that was wide enough for him to extend his arms fully, but not much more. The room dimmed and what he’d thought was a painted surface became a 360-degree screen that flashed the words “WorkChat.” He found himself standing in a grassy field that stretched in all directions without interruption. It was essentially a virtual reality experience he could move through by walking. He took a few steps and was impressed by how real the landscape around him looked. It adjusted with him. There was even an image on the floor that completed the landscape.
A female computer voice asked, “Spencer Westerly would like to join your session. Accept or deny?”
Brett said, “Accept.”
In jeans and a T-shirt, Spencer appeared beside him and was cropped into the background as a second player in a video game would be. He started walking and his image blurred until he returned to Brett’s side. “You have to keep pace with me or our sessions will separate. We’re working on that glitch.”
Brett fell into step beside his brother. “This is WorkChat? I’m impressed. I had no idea.”
A look of surprise turned to a smile of pleasure. “It’s the next step in productivity optimization. My goal is to integrate this technology into the workplace so seamlessly that companies won’t know what they did before it was available.” He lifted his hand and pressed a button on a small handheld device. They were suddenly walking down the hallway of an office building. “The workplace today is global, but flying people back and forth across the ocean is a waste of time. WorkChat allows real-time movement through space. It’s also a healthier and safer option for many.” They walked into a conference room. “Have a seat,” Spencer said.
Brett walked over to one of the chairs. Since he physically couldn’t touch it, he stepped next to it and heard a click behind him. Although it was nothing more than a flat board that appeared from the wall, when he sat on it all of his senses told him he was sitting on one of the chairs. Another plank lowered in front of him. On it there was a virtual notepad.
Brett stood, and the planks disappeared back into the wall. “Amazing.”
“It will be. To be taken seriously, we need to get out of the prototype phase and smooth out the programming. We already have enough to market it as a game, but I want it to be so much more than that. Every meeting can be recorded. Every setting can be designed to the client’s specs. The possibilities are endless. Ever look around the boardroom and wonder how to wake everyone up?” He hit a button, and Brett stumbled back as the conference room disappeared and they were standing on a cloud. The cloud dissolved, and even though Brett knew he was still standing on a solid floor, when a burst of air was added to the visual fall, it felt real. Real enough that when it ended, his heart was pumping.
Pride at what Spencer had accomplished drew a huge smile on Brett’s face. Normally, he would have offered him advice, even if he didn’t want it. Like his grandmother, Brett only pushed those he cared about. Yet he held his tongue this time. Spencer was doing just fine.
“What do you think?”
“I’m impressed.”
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p; “We still have a long way to go, but an infusion of capital would move us along while allowing me to maintain full control.”
“Which is why you need your inheritance now.”
“Exactly.”
Letting out a breath, Brett plowed forward. “That’s part of why I’m here. I know things didn’t go as you’d hoped on Sunday, but I talked to Grandmother. We’re both happy that you found a woman who truly loves you.”
“I did?” Spencer asked with a frown, then corrected himself. “I mean, I did.”
“What does Alisha think of all this?” Brett asked, waving a hand around the space, even though he didn’t want to think about her with his brother.
Spencer shrugged. “She’s never seen it. Because of the competitive nature of the business, there are only a handful of people who actually know what WorkChat is capable of. You lucked out and came on a day when we were testing our newest installation. The receptionist today is actually one of our engineers.”
Interesting as that was, Brett couldn’t get over the fact that his brother hadn’t shared the nature of his work with his fiancée. He knew many men who kept their work and home life separate, but Alisha didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would be content with that. She didn’t sit quietly on the sidelines. He tried to stop himself from probing more, but said, “I hope Sunday didn’t upset her.”
“Who? Alisha? I don’t think so.”
“You don’t know?” Brett tried to curb the impatience he heard in his own voice.
Spencer looked down at his watch. “Hey, I have a meeting in two minutes with one of my designers in Thailand. I have to go. Thanks for coming by, Brett. It’s nice to finally show you what I do.” He disappeared from the screen.
Brett placed his hand on the wall and left it there for the count of ten. When the session ended, the door opened. The receptionist was at his side almost immediately. “Mr. Westerly left instructions for you to be allowed another session if you’d like to experience a different location.”
Adjusting his tie, Brett shook his head. “All set, thank you. I prefer reality.”
