Twenty
The network offices were on the top floor of a Midtown skyscraper. My parents and I ran into Adam and Danial in the lobby waiting for the elevator. They were still freaking out over what was going to happen to the show and whether there would be legal repercussions.
I tried to reassure them, but in truth I didn’t know what they would do. Like Cassie said, they were unpredictable executives. They might shrug off the issue. Or they might blackball everyone involved.
Since they’d gone to the effort of calling the meeting, maybe that meant they weren’t about to forget the whole thing.
The express elevator whizzed us to the fiftieth floor in seconds. A severe-looking receptionist—complete with librarian glasses and skin-tight bun—met us in the lobby.
Leaving Mom and Daddy to the cus
