It had been the wrong thing to say, he knew it as soon as the words came out his mouth and now Kingston Price was on guard, not anywhere near as relaxed as he’d been before and Aiden didn’t know why he hadn’t lied. He might be able to talk his way into anything on pure bravado but that wasn’t going to get him very far if he couldn’t lie to back it up.
“I’m not...Moretti’s man and I’m not following this up as anything he wants. Dinner here was...personal and this is business.” That wasn’t going to reflect too well on him or Alexander.
True, Moretti did own the paper and he did set the tone for what they wrote but Aiden had never considered he was really part of the conglomerate of Moretti Media – even if he was. It looked bad for Alexander because, really, he was dipping his pen into the company ink and someone like Mr. Price – with his tight security and careful, meticulous protection of his self and his image didn’t seem like the sort of man to approve of such things. But then Aiden didn’t really know what Mr. Price would approve of. He seemed to change instantly.