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“That’s a good question,” Grayson said. “I’d like that answer as well.”

Declan smiled. There wasn’t a single feature on his face that warmed from the expression. “I don’t think Brennon is the only person at fault here, although I fully plan to roast his ass in court.”

“Are you saying . . .” My voice faded out as Declan nodded.

He knew what I was about to voice.

He adjusted his cuff links and set his arms back on the table. “Yes, Easton. I think we sue the social media giant and take both motherfuckers down.”

Me: I know it’s late, but I just got back to the hotel and wanted to say good night. Hopefully, this text doesn’t wake you and you see it in the morning.

Drake: I’m up.

Me: I had a feeling you would be.

Drake: How did things go today?

Me: I’m going to tell you everything tomorrow. Will you meet me and the executive team at 6:00pm at the office?

Drake: At the office? Are you sure that’s okay?

Me: It’s more than okay. It’s where you should be—and where you should have been today. On
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