After hearing him out, the three of them exchanged glances. Without another word, Zion knocked the man out cold.
Chris checked the guy over, making sure there was no real evidence left behind, then got to his feet. “You guys head back first. Let Mr. Sanford and Mr. Rupert handle what’s left.”
“Alright.”
…
Two days later.
Sylvia sat frozen, pale as a ghost, staring at her phone. The screen glowed with her chat history with Eloise.
She’d been fired.
Well, technically, she’d offered to resign.
Rumors about her faked acceptance letter were being spun out of control online, and the studio was taking the heat.
Sylvia and Eloise had both guessed who posted the video. Besides Fay, no one else in the office knew the real reason her finger was hurt.
But if anyone explained, it would put Eloise right in the crosshairs of the Langley family.
Sylvia understood Eloise’s position, so she resigned herself, even letting Eloise make a public statement.
Suddenly, a hand reached over and took her phone.
“Stop looking at it.” Lester sat down next to her.
“I’m fine,” Sylvia replied with a weak smile, trying to change the subject. “What are you doing here at this hour? Have you eaten?”
“About to. I passed by this new bakery on the way and remembered you said you wanted to try their pastries. So, I got a few for you.”
As Lester spoke, Zion handed her the paper bag.
“Thanks,” Sylvia said, tearing it open and sampling one.
“Heading to some dinner?” she asked.
“Sort of. Tristan invited us over to eat.” Lester answered honestly.
Sylvia’s hand tightened around the pastry, crushing it to crumbs on the table. Her face went even paler.
Tristan wasn’t wasting any time.

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