deal with this morning? There are companies with very conservative values who are threatening to take their business elsewhere." "Social media companies? Don't make me laugh. Half their traffic comes from people sex-stalking each other on-line so don't talk to me about moral values. And besides, no-one else does what we do. They can complain all they want but they need our software or they'll be dead in the water. So relax little brother. I'm fixing the channel five thing. I'm on my way there now." "Do you remember what I told you? I'm serious. I'll start taking steps to have control of the company put into my name until such time as--" "You told me if I slept with my therapist you would do that, not if I helped a reporter out of her wet underwear." "Stop there. I do not want to hear any details." "It's not what you think it is. She was on the way to the powder room when--" "I'll hang up." "Okay, okay, but it really isn't what you think it is and I'm calling you for a reason. I need your help." "Oh come on Jason. Since when do you need anyone's help. You haven't needed my help since the day you were born." "Well I need it now." Zach was uncharacteristically silenced. This was a strategy that Jason had never used on him before. In fact Jason Demovic asking for anyone's help was absolutely unheard of. With his genius level IQ he had always been able to figure things out for himself, even as a small child and it was one of the reasons he was so intolerably arrogant. Jason helped other people but nobody was ever allowed to help him. "What is this Jason? What's going on? Are you okay?" "No. I'm not okay, not at all." Zach took a nervous breath in. "I'm listening." He said. If asking for help wasn't Jason's thing then listening had to be Zach's weak point, but for his big brother in crisis he was willing to give it a shot. "I told you my problem had a sexual component right?" "I'm not listening anymore. Did you hear me? This is for your shrink, not for me." "You threaten to take away control of the company I built from the ashes of our father's ruinous behavior because I might sleep with an attractive woman, but then you won't even listen to me when I ask you for help with the single biggest problem I've ever had in my life? Do you even want me to get better?" Zach was struggling. He had the same impassive mien as his older brother but inside he was in turmoil. He did want to help, but talking sex problems with his older brother was going above and beyond. "What is it?" He said with a deep sigh. "Some kind of… some kind of premature--" Jason let out a burst of laughter. "Zach, for Christ's sake, stick to coding little brother and forget the psychoanalyzing. It's nothing like that." "Is it erectile--" "No! Stop it. You don't need to know. But I do need your assistance with something else. Something you're actually good at. Now are you going to help me or not?" "Of course I am big brother. Are you kidding me?" He was relieved. "I've been looking for a way to help you all my life. If this thing finally gives me a chance to do this then it'll be a blessing in disguise." "I knew I could count on you Zach. And you're the only person I really trust, except for mom and Harrison is on his own little trip, but believe me she can't help me out on this one." "Come on then. Get to the point. I've got people to meet. What is it I can do for you?" "I need you to help me with this therapist." "What does that mean?" "She's getting to me." "And what does that mean?" "I'll admit to you that I chose her because I thought she would cave into a deal with me about signing off on therapy sessions but I'm beginning to see that you've been right all along about this. I do need help." There was a gasp from the other end of the line. "Are you okay?" Jason said. "I don't know. Jason Demovic just admitted to maybe, possibly being wrong for once in his arrogant life. I have to confess that I'm impressed Jason, really impressed,