HARRISON’S POVThe conference room in Grey & Carter Legal was exactly the kind of place people get contracts that will change their lives. Dark wooden panels lined the walls, the long table polished to a mirror finish. The blinds were half drawn against the afternoon sun, leaving the room washed in a muted gold light.Ruby sat beside me at the table. She looked calm, her fingers were folded together neatly in front of her, but I noticed the faint tremble in them every few seconds. Anyone else might have missed it but I didn’t.Across from us, her lawyer flipped through a thick stack of documents.“We can stall the tabloids for now,” the man said, adjusting his glasses. “But eventually they’ll demand a public statement.”Ruby sighed softly.“I figured.”Her voice sounded tired, the past few days had drained her. Hell, they had drained me too.Between the smear campaign, the attacks on the mansion, and the constant gossip around her name, it felt like we were fighting enemies on every s
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