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Tell me the pros.
Your eyes.
Tell me the real pros.
...
...
Blake imagined her blushing right now.
You’re good in bed.
You can say my cock.
Fine. That. And you’re funny.
Write cock, Bella. You might be a good girl, but you are also a dirty girl.
And annoying...
He chuckled.
Seven o’clock. Don’t plan to go home.
She didn’t reply, and they both knew he didn’t know where she lived, but he was confident she would show up.
If not, he’d go to the museum.
A few minutes later, Trevor, his in-house lawyer, stepped into his office. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. Breathing. Ready to work out a way to keep this company running,” Blake said, after shutting the door to his office.
“It’s not looking good. I’ll be honest,” Trevor stated, sitting at the round meeting table opposite his desk.
Blake sat and unbuttoned his jacket, popping a lozenge into his mouth.
“K-Books is a beast. You know that. They’ve got these author contracts wrapped up in exclusivity hell. They literally can’t be with both companies.Anyother company.”
Blake rubbed his forehead. “Can we take this to court? Claim some kind of market manipulation?”
“Maybe. But it would take years and a shit ton of money to fight. And we’re unlikely to win,” Trevor said. “He’s likely to have a few politicians in his fat pockets.”
So do my cousins.
“Kennedy Enterprises is using their size and dominance in the market to close out competition. Not to benefit anyone but their bank accounts,” Blake replied.
“Correct. It’s not healthy competition in a democracy. But again, are you the right person to challenge them?”
“No. Fuck it. God, I hate Randall Scott with a vengeance.” Blake growled, sitting back in his chair. “So this is it? We’re fucked?”
Trevor stared at him.
Blake knew the answer.
If he didn’t pull a rabbit out of his hat, then he was going to be doing some major downsizing.
And with the number of people out of work, the media would be reporting it. His profit was going to diminish, and he’d be the first Dufort to go bankrupt.
