Finally, they all came back and said that if I was willing, all 3 of them wanted to publish it together. They agreed that each one wanted to do it, an... rather than fight or get into a bidding war, they decided to create a separate company just for this purpose.They said it would take a few weeks to set up, but they all agreed a $2,500 option was being offered to me, and right to publish for any module that was of this quality and content. And they then offered Mr. Cummings a $2,000 option to. Maybe we should be what they want us to be and then work on them to stick together."Alan looked pensive, then grim. "You may be right, Cissy. I can do the basketball camp and absorb all the sports stuff. Maybe I can convince Dad to move back. Then things can be like they were."Cecilia looked at Alan standing there, wearing one of her skirts, checking his hair in the window reflection. She just could not see him being very convincing doing a charge to the rim. Despite her upset and worry, she. Thanks Uncle Joe.” I said trying to sound grateful, but I’m not sure if I managed it. I walked across my room. He followed me in, leaving the door wide open and took a seat at my computer desk. I settled down on the window seat, stretching out on my stomach with my calculus book. “So what’s been going on with it?” He asked as he tapped a few keys and brought up the desktop. “It’s been running really slow, doing a few screwy things, and I keep getting this balloon warning saying I need to. Even after a woman had played sushi chef with his insides, he still wasn’t willing to acknowledge that he had done anything wrong. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that it had even happened to him. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to him. For all of his lies and manipulations, he was so great at lying, he’d avoided any drama like this up until this point. He was the guy that women loved, not hated. The physician at the hospital, hearing bits and pieces of the story and.