Ethan must have known he was in the wrong, because the second he hung up our call, he pulled together the full chat log and sent it right over.
I never expected him to move that fast.
But when I thought it through again, this whole mess started because of him. This was the bare minimum he owed me. So I did not feel even a flicker of gratitude toward him for it.
I organized all the evidence, double-checked for any gaps, and hit send.
Public opinion flipped on a dime.
The online mobbing my studio had been facing screeched to a halt.
My chain of evidence was so clear and complete, the other side did not even have a leg to stand on.
Still, one question kept niggling at me, something I could not wrap my head around.
My design and theirs had dropped almost back-to-back.
How on earth had
