(Jenna POV)For the first two hours of our drive back to Frankfort, Mr. McMahon mostly left me alone.I simply sipped at my coffee and stared out the window.The enormity of my decision weighed on me, but not in a bad way. If anything, the further we drove away, the more sure I became that I had done the right thing.Eventually —when we were about 45 minutes away from my house— I asked Mr. McMahon what had been so urgent that he needed to talk to me.“We need to settle the lawsuit,” he replied matter-of-factly.“Okay…”If it was as easy as simply choosing to settle, I would have done so months and months ago. However, nothing about his case was easy.“How quickly can you get it done?”“Do you have $40 million dollars lying around?” I asked rhetorically.“Let’s settle it for $500,000.”I took a deep breath.“Unless you know something that I don’t know, they aren’t settling for that,” I said bluntly. “Mitchell thinks he has you by the toenails.”“That was before,” Mr. McMahon said, as
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