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“And I'm not signing anything that gives you control over what I write.”

“I wouldn't ask you to.”

“I can walk away whenever I want.”

“Okay.”

“I keep my own notes.”

“Within the agreed security parameters.”

“And I ask whatever I want.”

His gaze holds mine.

“Absolutely.”

I narrow my eyes. This is insane. Reckless. Possibly the worst professional decision I've ever contemplated.

It's also the opportunity of a lifetime.

I pick up the folder.

“I'm not saying yes.”

Mitchell lifts his glass.

“Of course not.”

“I'm serious.”

“So am I.”

“I'm reviewing the offer.”

“Take your time.”

That infuriating smile returns.

“Thirty days, Hawthorne.”

I look down at the contract in my hands.

Thirty days inside the life of one of the most private billionaires in America.

Thirty days to figure out why he really bought the Carolina Rovers.

Thirty days to find out what Mitchell Knight is hiding.

I should run. Instead, every journalistic instinct I possess whispers the same thing.

Jackpot.

I look up.

Mitchell is watching me. Not smiling now.

Studying.