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"You have seen my wife, haven’t you?" Eoghan bickered back. "I don’t have to compensate for shit— Wait. Did you say Savannah Daniels? Didn’t she just break the Sparrows’ story?"
Conor and I shared a look.
"I don’t know," I admitted. "I haven’t been watching the news."
"I’ve been busy," Conor agreed. "Lodestar said that news was breaking about the NWS, but I didn’t bother keeping track, not when I’ve got bigger fish to fry."
Though I arched a brow at what, clearly, was an admission that he was friends with an ally's hacker, I stayed silent as Eoghan said, "You know she lost her job after she told everyone there was a toxic work environment at TVGM? Apparently, the series’ runners and producers had a casting couch."
This wasn't news to me.
"How do you know that?" Conor questioned.
"Inessa told me."
He hummed. "She lost her job for telling people that her bosses had furniture that they used to cast people with?"
Eoghan started snickering. "Okay, now I know that crap about you starting PornLandia is bullshit. How the fuck do you not know what a casting couch is?"
I eyed him carefully. Conor’s relationship with sex was strange to say the least so it wouldn’t surprise me if he was joking, or if he was being serious about not understanding what a casting couch was.
"It’s basically when a producer who can choose between four new members of staff will pick the one who fucks him," I explained quietly.
Conor winked at me. "Ohhhhh." I shook my head at him, wondering why he pulled these moves sometimes. "That makes more sense."
"You mean other than the network being concerned about their staff’s taste in interior decor?" Eoghan laughed again. "Kid, gotta love the way your brain works. Anyway, yeah, she blew the whistle on that, then got fired for it."
"How’s that fair?" Conor demanded, while I stayed silent.
"It isn’t. That’s the point. Anyway, Inessa told me she lost a lot of credibility, but yesterday, she shared some links on her personal social media and they went viral."
"Of course they did. She’s Dagger Daniels’ daughter." Conor huffed.
"Not everyone still gets boners for ancient rock bands," Eoghan sniped. "It hit the news last night. She revealed names tied to crimes and evidence to back it all up. The whole nine yards."
I whistled under my breath. "You didn't know about this, Con? Lodestar really didn't give you any details? Just told you she was working on something?"
"I knew she had something planned." He cast me a look. "The day you arrived and asked for help going cold turkey?"
"What about it?" I replied, wondering if that was even a question.
"Do you remember anything about it? Or the run up to it?"
I just remembered visiting an NA meeting at the end of the week, and making a promise to myself that I’d quit Oxy.
Then, I’d made shit a thousand times worse before the weekend was out.
I wasn’t about to tell my younger brothers that though.
"Not much."
Conor frowned, but explained, "The Mayor was a Sparrow. Remember?"
"Vaguely," I said grimly, reaching up to rub my forehead where I was sure my perspiration had turned into icicles now.
"Well, we tried to turn him. We got some leverage over him, then the Sparrows sent a dirty cop in to kill him when they figured out he was compromised.
"But the Sparrows had set a trap for the fucker. He killed the Mayor but the NYPD showed up at City Hall and had the place surrounded. They had snipers and everything on patrol. Fucker got shot and toddled off to hell with a bang.
