DEAN
Looking at the smug smile on Callum’s face, I had my answer.
I moved closer and sat across from him. “She finally showed up?”
He nodded. “Her editor told me they got in touch with her yesterday after her account went back online. They arranged to meet at the company today.”
A flicker of relief crossed his face. “Now I’ll finally be spared the endless nagging from those with their eyes on her IP—people who keep pushing me to use it without her permission. Bunch of thieves.”
“They even had the audacity to claim she was the one who breached the contract first,” Callum snorted. “Even if that were true, the least they could’ve done was take her to court, and not try to snatch her copyright behind her back.”
Honestly, I wasn't in the mood to care about the company’s internal squabbles
