"Boss—!" Scott's protest was cut off by the sharp *brrrrt* of a disconnected line.
"What'd he say?" Jimmy stepped closer, eyebrows raised.
"He straight-up hung up on me."
Scott dragged a hand down his face, eyeing the two men warily. "No way I'm calling back. If he's mad, I'm toast."
"We're not trying to cause problems," Jimmy said, reading his hesitation. "Just tell us where Jackie's staying."
"But—"
Randy cuffed him upside the head. "Cut the crap! If Jackie finds out you kept this from him—"
"I'm on it, sirs!" Scott paled, immediately spilling the suite details.
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In the presidential suite, Jackie tossed his phone aside, trying to force himself back to sleep—but Scott's words kept nagging at him.
*A video of Mrs. Champion?*
Frowning, he grabbed his phone and jabbed at his Tw
