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Holden crossed his hands, linking his fingers, setting them on a file that rested in front of him.

A similar-looking file sat in front of everyone.

Aside from me.

“Drake . . .” Holden started, inhaling a loud breath. “Easton, Grayson, and I realize we have competitors and there will be many more during our tenure. Sharing the market is inevitable in this business—and any business, for that matter. We can’t trademark a dating app. What we have trademarked is our proprietary software and our psychological exam—things you’re already well aware of.” He paused, and my brain spun, trying to piece together what he was saying. “What we didn’t anticipate and what we don’t appreciate is a social media giant developing a dating model that is identical to ours.”

I shifted from his face to Grayson’s and then Easton’s, waiting for the news to click.

But it didn’t.

“Okay,” I said softly. “Which giant are you referring to?”

Holden looked surprised by my question. “Faceframe.”

“Faceframe?” I gasped, m