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All four men glanced at each other, their expressions unchanged.

“The date it took place was prior to the start of filming, a date when you were not supposed to be recording any material in that apartment.” I stared into Ted’s wrinkled fucking face. “I need answers. I need names. And I need to know how you plan to make this right.”

“We’re working as hard as we can, Dominick. You have my word.”

I could wipe my ass with Ted’s word.

In this building, he represented the studio—our social interactions counted for nothing.

I stood. “You have forty-eight hours.”

As I began walking to the door, Ted exclaimed, “Forty-eight hours isn’t nearly enough time—”

“Not a second more,” I said, and I shut the door behind me.

Thirty-One

Kendall

I

waited until the call connected and whispered, “Mom,” into the phone. I envisioned her seeing my name appear on the caller ID, taking a seat at the kitchen table, where she took all her phone calls. Her short light-pink-painted nails drawing circles over the wor