Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The light in Jameson's eyes dimmed when he learned about it. "Make him wait for me in another lounge."
After settling the other client, Jameson took some time off to join Aidan at the lounge next door.
Right after he opened the door, Aidan, who was drinking alcohol to calm his nerves, shot up and rushed up to him.
Aidan glared at him. "What went wrong? Why did people die from it?"
"Mr. Aidan, I'm afraid I have no clue what you're talking about," Jameson wondered with a calm smile, a stark contrast to Aidan's panic.
Although no one else was in the lounge, Aidan made sure to speak in a whisper, "Are there quality issues with the latest delivery you provided for me? I distributed it just twice, and people had been overdosing and dying on it."
Still smiling, Jameson brushed off Aidan's worries. "Drugs are poison. Isn't it normal for addicts to die from overdosing?"
"But I have not seen a man who went crazy and dropped dead after taking it twice!"
"Well, now you have."
Aidan turned white. He grabbed Jameson by the collar and snarled, "Jameson Schmidt, you'd better not mess with me! You'll not get off the hook if something happens to me! You and I are in the same boat.
If I go down, I'll make sure to take you with me!"
"Look at you. You're too impatient. It's rather ominous to casually throw around the mentions of death." The smile on Jameson's face froze. He shoved Aidan away without warning before smoothing the creases on his shirt.
He explained, "That drug is a new product locally and abroad. It's very normal for users to feel sick after taking it for the first time."
"What do we do now? I heard that a man who took this drug went crazy, collapsed, and died on the streets. It was like epilepsy!" Gravely concerned, Aidan fretted, "The police will definitely perform an autopsy on him and trace it back to Lovelace Pharmaceuticals. What are we going to do, then?"
"I asked you to sell the drugs to the underground gangs in Solana City and other cities, didn't I?" Jameson settled gracefully on the couch and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He calmly added, "The man who died was from The Ivory Gang. He was a menace before his death. God knows what he'd taken before he took your drugs. The police won't bat an eye about people like him." "H-How could you be so sure?" Still skeptical, Aidan argued, "It's still a death, and it happened on the street! How could the police turn a blind eye to the case?"
Jameson shook his head with a contemptuous smile. Joseph Lovelace proved his brains by expanding the company business just on pharmaceutical sales. In comparison, his eldest son, Aidan, seemed like a total dunce.
"First of all, he suffered from a heart attack. No matter what he took before his death, it was not a case of homicide.
"Secondly, I admit that the drug has a side effect-it triggers the dormant illness in a human. The dead man might have had epilepsy without knowing it," Jameson calmly downed the alcohol while making up half-truths to muddle through.
Upon hearing that, Aidan's expression relaxed a little.
"Anyway, don't worry about it. The drugs are fine; the problem lies in the addicts themselves."
After that, Jameson enjoyed a short drinking session with Aidan before making Carl send him home.
Upon Carl's return, he looked rather gloomy. "Mr. Schmidt, things are getting complicated. If the police trace it back to Aidan, and if he rats you out..."
"Fret not. It's not that easy. Besides, I'll never give Aidan Lovelace a chance to implicate me." Jameson offered reassurance as his smile disappeared. The look in his eyes hardened. "But one thing is for sure- the second trial has failed."
Carl sighed in frustration. "Yes. I have organized the data into reports and sent them to Ms. Gillis. She'll pass them to the research lab in Mosgravia."
Jameson clenched his teeth unwillingly, simmering in anger from all the failed trials.