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“Don’t respond,” he whispered even though the camera and microphones the crew were holding caught every word.

“I get it; you just prefer to do your dirty work behind the scenes. That’s it, isn’t it, sister?” She moved to Dominick’s side to get a view of me.

“We’re out of here,” Dominick said, his hand on my back, guiding me to the door.

A production assistant moved in front of us, stopping me from taking another step. “We need to speak to you. She can’t just leave.”

“I’m her lawyer, and she’s getting verbally assaulted. I would like you to show me where in her contract it states that she can’t leave for her own safety and comfort.”

“Assaulted,” Daisy gasped from behind us. “That’s what you’re calling my tears? I’m the one who’s being assaulted here.”

Dominick glared at the production assistant and said, “Move out of our way.”

The assistant looked at the cameraman. “Shane is going to blow his lid over this.”

“Tell Shane he can fucking call me,” Dominick snapped.

My brain was spiraling.