“It will also be very good for us,” Emerson said, persuasive.
“Good for us?” I repeated skeptically. “The only thing it will do is land us on the front page.”
“Yes,” he admitted, nodding “but it could also land us on the front page for something good. I mean, think about it. People think you’re going after me for my money. Everyone knows you and Eric don’t get along. But imagine this: the four of us sitting at one table, having an amazing dinner, and everything going smoothly. It would send a message. People would see the Blackwind family getting along and wonder why they’ve been making so much noise and attacking you. It’s like we’d turn the narrative on its head.”
I listened to his words, thinking them over. As much as I hated to admit it, it kind of made sense.
“Huh,” I said, narrow
