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When I’d asked Jensen to take care of it, I hadn’t quite expected this. We were in Malibu, driving up to an enormous and gorgeous rehabilitation facility. It was the best in the country and had the price tag to prove it.
“I can’t believe we just flew to California for this,” I said.
“Well, it’s not a vacation,” Jensen said as we moved through the gated doors.
“Of course not.”
“I got you the best treatment available. This is where all the top celebrities go because it offers them the privacy they need to get better. You deserve nothing less than that.”
It was on brand with the Wrights. Jensen did what he could to protect the family and the company.
“Thanks, Jensen.”
The car stopped in front of the giant building, and we were brought inside.
“Mr. Wright,” a man said, appr
