I woke up that morning with a heavy head. Looking at the scene in the parking lot, I lost my enthusiasm for the day. Last night's video didn't help me escape the reporters' pursuit. I couldn't sleep because I was thinking of ways to restore my reputation.
I couldn't waste money paying someone to hack into Darcy's phone. My shop wasn't free from critical condition, so I needed every penny in my savings. I prepared severance pay, in case I had to close the shop and let all the employees go.
Remembering the Cabot Hotel shares I had, I sighed. Should I sell it to Blaze? Maybe he'd still be willing to buy it at a high price. No, no. I couldn't do that. It was my weapon to get away from him.
My phone on the nightstand vibrated, and I approached it. Taylor's name was on the screen. "Yes?"
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