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That thought should have made me happy. Brennon was nothing but a motherfucker who had tried to take down everything Holden, Grayson, David, and I had built. But part of me felt bad for him. That he felt so underappreciated that he wanted to hurt us. That he stooped to a level as low as he had.

That instead of creating something on his own, he’d stolen our designs and software.

It said a lot about his morals and character. And now those decisions were going to affect his future, one that looked extremely bleak from where I was sitting.

I’d already let Brennon take up too much real estate in my head.

He wasn’t getting any additional square footage, nor was that topic getting another second of attention. Instead, I addressed something that would cheer me up and that would return the breathtaking smile to Drake’s face. I asked, “Has Saara gotten back from her work trip?”

“Tomorrow. We’re going to meet for drinks after work.”

“Ahhh. A night of debauchery.”

She squeezed my leg. “Not true.