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“That’s correct,” Brett said. “I read the same verbiage.”

“Then, how the fuck did this happen?” Jenner asked.

“I’d like to know the same thing,” Brett replied.

“I’m going to tie up that studio in so much legal, that show is going to sit on a hard drive, collecting twelve inches of fucking dust.”

“Should I start the proceedings?” Jenner asked.

I blew through the next yellow, turning onto the street where the studio’s executive offices were located. “Not yet. I’m headed there now for answers. I’m bypassing Shane—that motherfucker can’t give me what I want—and I’m going straight to Ted.”

“Going right for the big dog—I like your style,” Jenner said. “But be prepared. I’m sure their legal counsel is on his way there as well. They don’t want litigation or their name tied to this. If they’re responsible for the leak, they’re going to offer a private settlement before this goes to court—I can promise you that. And they’re going to do it quickly; they don’t want anything or anyone delaying the