That's who he is, Stone finally realized. Ally's kid brother.
In his few dealings with the wiseass brat that Ally used to rant about—what was the kid's name . . . right, Grant—he'd found him devious and pompous. He was particularly deft at cutting ethical corners and using other people any way he could
"Stone," Nina Hampton said gesturing toward Grant, "this is—"
"I know exactly who he is," Grant said turning around to face Stone. "W.B. has put out an all‑points alert for you, pal. You've got a hell of a nerve weaseling your way in here. But not to worry. You won't be here long."
"I won't have you talking that way in my presence, young man," Nina declared "Whatever else you may be, I thought I'd raised you to have a civil tongue in your head"
Grant replied without taking his eyes off Stone. "He lied to the front desk, Nina. He signed in as Ally's cousin. And that twit‑brain down there let him get away with it. He got up here by using a lie. Now what does that tell you about him?”
"It tells me he's creative. This man came with your sister. He's helping take care of her, which is more than can be said about her own brother."
"This creep is a newspaper reporter, Nina. He's here to spy. He’s planning to do a hatchet job on the Gerex Corporation, and Mr. Bartlett has expressly forbidden anyone to speak to him"
"I'm not in your corporation, Son, so I guess it’s all right for me then."
"You signed a secrecy agreement with Gerex when you entered the clinical trials. Now maybe you don't remember it, but you did" He turned to Stone. "Nice try, amigo. Now come on, let's go."