The day after Stanley Frazier's arrest, William delivered a bottle of medicine to the Eaton Mansion.
In the study, he introduced it passionately, "This has been clinically tested. No side effects, guaranteed. It's perfect for medical use, especially for patients shaking off past trauma. You know, R&D is pricey, so it's not cheap. But I'm sure you can handle it."
Behind the desk, Fermin addressed his secretary. "Move this week's meeting up two days. Get the financial reports done ASAP. The gala is at eight. Make sure my suit is ready. Do I need to write this down for you?"
"Sorry, Mr. Eaton," the secretaries said, scrambling.
Then he turned to William and said, "Pardon, what were you saying?"
William was unhappy but didn't show it on his face. He forced a smile. "Mr. Eaton, you're a busy man, but your mental health matters. Want to try our latest product?"
Fermin glanced at it. "I don't have mental health issues."
"It's not that simple," William said. "What if you do? Let's be proactive."
Fermin put down his file and leaned back. "What's your address?"
"Nantucket Road 120," William replied, puzzled.
"Eaton!" Liza burst in. "Can you believe it? At their age, Debra and Marion are still chasing romance. I sent them to that island and bailed. Wonder what they're doing now."
She had picked up Erica's gossip habit, thriving on it.
Fermin softened. "Thinking about settling down?"
"Nah," Liza said. "I'm bored of the elite. Can't you find me some quality guys? Like Marion or Randy. I'd have some bragging rights."

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