JASON SLAMMED THE DOOR to his office.
"Phone: Video call to Brandon Forel." The phone rang three times.
A pale-complected, heavy-set man appeared on the big screen. "Cheers, Jason," he said in a deep voice with a British accent. "What can I do for you?"
Jason stepped closer to the screen. "Cyril Malovich just told me he's been talking with you, and now he's worried that the helmet isn't safe."
Brandon's face clouded. "That's not what I said. I just told him that the helmet needs more testing before we can claim it's safe."
Jason's head throbbed. "For the love of god, Brandon. For a smart guy, you do some dumb things. Cyril brings dollars to this investment fund. He doesn't understand product development or product testing. If you sow the seeds of doubt, then he gets nervous when the t
