"You're going to write something nice about me." He somehow truly doubted that, and it showed in his dry drawl. "I've turned down bigger newspapers." He eyed Aiden up, down, and then smiled. "Come to dinner with me. We'll talk."
He'd decided. He was already sliding towards his car again, and suddenly the bodyguard was no longer between them, but instead a subtle presence behind them.
"We're proceeding because there has been significant, if not statistically significant, results - some results have been extremely good, and at worst? Neutrality. The drug would never harm anyone, we are absolutely certain of that, never fear."