CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN

LANDON:

When Venita passed out after taking the pill, I gathered and carried her to the bedroom of the jet, working on the computer until we landed. Then, the highlight of the event, when we wanted to exit after landing, I had carefully put her in a cage and then took her to the packhouse in Westbourne or The Bloodhound as Clay would refer to it sometimes. I knew no one would be there. I needed that silence for clarity and also to keep her.

After arriving, I got a new phone and went to work. Oh, believe me, it was a lot. Countless emails, lawsuits and a whole load of meetings to attend. I told Peter to hold my calls except for the important ones, and after my lashing out at Venita, I left her to go to the office. Her time in solidarity should be for reflecting on her wrongdoings.

Time wasn't on my side because I had gone for a court hearing and also granted an interview to at least clarify the news that had been leaked to the press about the pharmaceutical accusation.

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