Kian's POV
Nicole Whitecrown had called me early this morning, her voice far too cheerful for what she was offering me.
She told me that she had found a way to cut Layla off completely, calling her studio nothing more than a toy, a front, a vanity project that would collapse the second the right pressure hit her projects.
I let her run her mouth without really listening until she was done. Then I hung up.
My Beta, Caleb, was already in my office waiting patiently for me to finish the call and as soon as it was done, he dropped a folder on my desk and waited patiently.
I opened it and as soon as I scanned the contents of the papers he had presented me with, I felt as though all the air had been knocked out of me.
In the face of all of this, Nicole's smug little tone coul
