It sat in the back of my mind anyway.
Seven days.
I go back.
Not because Marcel said so.
Because I decided to.
Behind me, my office door opened and closed again.
“Morning, boss.”
Darius.
I didn’t turn around.
“What’s on fire?”
“Nothing yet,” he said. “But we got a couple sparks.”
Of course we do.
I finally turned and walked back to my desk, pouring a small glass of espresso from the machine sitting on the credenza.
Darius dropped a tablet in front of me.
“Lawyers called about Bianca. She officially filed. They said Lyric is a part of this, too.”
I took a sip of espresso.
“How? They don’t even fuck with each other?”
“I guess they are just opping up for the money. I’m sure they will fall out after,” he shrugged.
“Okay… And?”
“They want eight million to split to keep the NDA going.”
Of course they did.
I scrolled through the documents.
Breach of contract.
Unfair compensation.
Emotional damages.
I let out a quiet breath through my nose.
“Emotional damages,” I muttered.
Darius leaned on the edge of the desk. “Their lawyers are trying to make the NDAs look predatory.”
“They are,” I said calmly.
He blinked.
