Grounding

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George Whittiker. He's thirty-six and incredibly successful in tax law--or at least, he used to be. He likes golf and steak and, apparently, left a really nasty review online for the Motel Six that wouldn't let him book a room with them. In response to his quote, Theo couldn't help himself, anonymously commenting: "I don't know how you can hate from outside the club, you can't even get in." He added a link to the pop song he was referencing, just to add a little spice. When he sent it to Holdings, he'd called right back. "He followed her here?" Brent sounded pissed through Theo's truck speaker. "Unfortunately." "Where is he staying?" he pushed. "He's looking at an Airbnb at the edge of town." "How do you know that?" Theo thought about his call to Tim who worked a mundane desk

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