Constance sighed. "You make it sound like so much fun."
"It's just that I don't want anyone to think I stole the company from you. And if you help manage it, you'll be able to get an even bigger piece of the pie."
Just what I need, more power and money. Didn't she have enough? "There's plenty of pie for me, Bob. More than I'll ever need." Across the phone line, he couldn't see her eyes roll, but she did it anyway.
Constance paused for a few seconds while her brother waited patiently. Finally, she went on.
"Bob. . ." Her voice trailed off.
"I'm here, Constance."
"Thanks for understanding how I feel. You'll make a good CEO of Westerley International. I may call you up and complain occasionally, but other than that, you're on your own." She took a long, relaxing breath.
"I love you." Constance hung up and went to work.