Chapter 27: Waiting
For once, Derek did not mind that for him, sleep was a fictional thing. He had spent the night going through scenario after scenario of all the possible things that his uncle could be thinking of doing with the pull he now had at Joy solar panel plant. And not just the problems that his uncle could cause, but ways in which he could solve them.
His uncle did not like mixing with those that he deemed of a lower class unless it was to pay them for sex or have them doing his dirty work somehow. He was predictable like that, and he very rarely left Haven headquarters. In fact, his uncle very rarely left the city unless it was to go on a cruise, skiing in the alps, or some other expensive vacation.
So there was absolutely no chance that his uncle would go down to the small town himself to start up trouble. No, if Sebastian Haven was going to start something, he was going to do it from the comfort of his office while drinking his expensive civet pooped coffee from his gold rimmed mug with a picture of himself on it( the man's ego was something else).
So Derek kept hid focus on things that his uncle could attack with a single signature.
He could cancel all orders from their suppliers. Costing them heavily as there were fees to be paid when contracts were broken off unexpectedly. To combat that, Derek would have to keep the contacts of the suppliers of raw materials close. The moment he heard that something had gone off, he would be calling them personally to reassure them and to ensure that they did not take their business elsewhere.
If he threatened to close down the plant, Derek would tear him apart in front of the board, maybe he would even manage to suspend him. The plant was money, you did not throw away money.
More and more ideas popped into his head, some of them too crazy, even for his uncle( like bombing the main factory- the man was not that stupid). And when his head began to spin, Derek finally stopped. Looking over at the clock, he realized that it was almost time for him to get ready for work, so he shelved any further thoughts on the problem and went to get ready.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, his mom exhausted after pushing herself too hard during yoga, now she was quietly eating her yoghurt, stirring it with a banana despite admonishing Derek when he was younger for doing the same. When he stood to leave, she suddenly came alive, halting him with a raised hand.
She placed a familiar orange container on the table and Derek stared from the empty bottle of pills to her, wide eyed.