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But Finn and team hounded him daily, threatening to take him back to court for refusing to comply with the judgment.
In the end, Daniel had no choice. He grudgingly posted an apology to his old chat groups and his social media.
What exactly he posted, I never saw. I’d long deleted him from my life.
It was Yvaine who’d sent me the screenshots.
She laughed for at least ten minutes when she called.
“I checked,” she said, still cackling.
“He posted at two o’clock in the morning and took it down five minutes after it went up. Probably thought no one would see it. Idiot. I screenshot everything. And guess what? I’m reposting it everywhere. It’s going to be permanent. A whole Daniel Granger wall of shame.”
“I take my hat off to you.” Not everyone had the dedication to stay past three am just to get the drop on an enemy.
“You saw his wedding announcement, right?” Yvaine snorted, wide awake.
“Pure PR damage control.
“See? I’m not a deadbeat, I’m a family man.” Cute. But it won’t work.”
“Helps a little. At least to calm the press.”
“Helps jack shit. GDG’s stock still tanked. And stocks don’t bounce back because he suddenly remembers how to propose. People don’t forget scandal that fast. Especially when I’m the one keeping it alive.”
“He must be fuming.”
“Oh, he’s probably chucking furniture. My post’s been up twenty minutes and already got reposted hundreds of times. He’s probably losing his mind trying to find out who reposted it.”I pictured him standing in his penthouse, veins popping, screaming at his phone while some poor assistant tapped furiously at the keyboard.
The image gave me a weird amount of peace.
“Thanks, Yvaine. Seriously.”
“Don’t thank me. Wasn’t just me. I had help.”
“From who?”She paused, and I could practically hear the smirk stretch across her face.
“Why don’t you ask your husband?”I blinked.
“What did Sebastian do?”
“Beats me,” she said breezily.
“But no way my post got this kind of action on my own. I mean, I’m popular, sure, but most of my stuff gets, what, two, three dozen likes and reposts? Mostly from cousins and friends.”She trailed off, fingers tapping at her screen.
“Wait a sec… I’m looking at a repost count over two thousand. Andlimbing. That’s definitely not me, babe. That’s someone with serious reach. Or serious money.”
“What makes you think it’s Sebastian?”Yvaine laughed, short and smug.
“What makes you think it’s not? Who else fits the criteria? Who else hates Daniel almost as much as we do, and just so happens to have a media team and endless resources?”I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
She had a point.
“Lunch tomorrow?” she said.
“Let’s make it Saturday.”
“Got it. You’re paying.” She hung up.
I stared at my bedroom door. Sebastian was two doors down, probably still awake.
Ishould thank him. Whatever he’d done, it worked.
But he didn’t seem to like it when I thanked him.
And it was late anyway.
I pulled open my sketchbook, flipped to a fresh page.
He didn’t need anything, but maybe I could make him something.
A pair of cufflinks, maybe. Or a tie pin.
***
It was around lunchtime when Finn called.
He started with small talk-asked how I was, how things were going-then hesitated.
“Would you be interested in grabbing a bite to eat?”Before I could say no, he rushed on, “Thought we should celebrate the case being wrapped up. My office is nearby. Would be nice to catch up.”
“Sure. My treat.”We met at a small caf? not far from Nyx Collective. It had old wooden booths, a handwritten chalkboard menu, and the faint smell of roasted tomatoes and burnt sugar.
We spent most of the meal reminiscing about uni.
Finn kept circling something, I caught him watching me more than once, his expression flickering between hesitant and oddly serious, like he was working up to something awkward.
I ran through possibilities.
Had I forgotten to pay his legal fees?
After the first two consults, LGH took over, and Hannah assured me everything was redirected through their accounts.
Still, I made a mental note to double-check with her.
It wasn’t like Sebastian’s team to miss a step. His people were terrifyingly competent.
Over dessert, Finn picked at his cheesecake, looked at me, looked down at the cake, looked at me again, his fork drawing weird vertical arcs in the air.
He reminded me of a pangolin, paws tucked together like he had something to confess.
But if he wasn’t ready to say whatever it was he wanted to say, I wasn’t going to push.
We fought over the bill, both reaching like T-Rexes.
I won.
The weather was perfect for a walk, sunny but breezy enough not to sweat through my blouse.
“My office is just down the street,” Finn said.
“There’s a coffee place next door. Best cold brew in a ten-block radius.”
“Lead on.” I shook off the food coma.”A car tore past, far too fast for the narrow street.
“Look out!”Finn grabbed me around the waist, yanking me back just before I stepped off the kerb.
The car halted at a red light.
From the backseat, Sebastian said, “Make a left turn.”
“But boss, our destination’s to the right.”
“Left. Make a detour.”The driver obeyed without further comment.
They turned onto Garrison Lane, three blocks from Nyx Collective office.
The car slowed, crawling through a street lined with outdoor caf?s, post-lunch strollers and errand boys on scooters wobbling under coffee trays.
Sebastian had meant only to drop in and say hello,
Well. If he was being honest with himself, he also wanted to check out her workplace, survey the male population, identify and quietly eliminate any potential threats.
He trusted Eleanor to stick to their contract clauses, but he also knew he wasn’t the only man with eyes in his head.
Then he saw her. And the plan changed.
She wasn’t alone.
A man stood in front of her on the pavement, both hands on her shoulders, face tight with concern.
He said something.
Eleanor’s back was to Sebastian; he couldn’t catch her reply.
The man dropped his hands, and they began walking.
He positioned himself street-side, subtly protective.
Eleanor turned her head slightly as she spoke.
Sebastian caught the curve of her smile. Relaxed. Happy.
The man leaned in, head tilted, hanging on her words.
“Slow down,” Sebastian said.
The car, already moving at a tortoise’s pace, slowed to a snail’s.
“Who’s that?”Dominic Everett, in the front passenger seat, squinted.
“The lawyer. The one Mrs Laurent hired before she came to us. Our legal team met him. Finn something.” He snapped his fingers.
“Finnigan Carter.”
“The college friend.”
“Yes.”Sebastian’s frown deepened.
The case was over. What was he still doing here?
And judging by the puppy-dog eyes, this Finnigan wanted more than just friendly catch-ups.
Sebastian remembered how Eleanor had sung his praises, how Finn-not Finnigan-had gone above and beyond to help her.