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“Don’t worry about Bethany Lester. We have proof of what she said, and not because of a friend.” Monique Grant walks into the room, and I am glad that she’s here. If there’s anyone that can fix this mess, it’s her.

“Thank God you’re here!” I breathe out, relieved as hell.

“You are so very welcome, Anderson. My husband was not about to let anything happen to my golden boys.” She winks at me, and I chuckle. I found out she calls us that because of mine and Brady’s looks.

“Shelby’s company had cameras and photographers all over that building. Please believe we have evidence of Ms. Lester coming on to you. Once we finish with her, she will wish she went off with the severance package that A&M offered her.”

I smile widely because even with all the money we pay these snake ass lawyers, all we needed was the fixer to come in and set everything straight within minutes.

“We have a mediation set with her this afternoon. And Pearson sent one of his best. He’s been informed and given all the documentation for the case,” Monique says to the room.

“Where’s the meeting taking place?” I ask, and Monique smiles.

“Ms. Lester wanted to have the conference on neutral territory, so we are meeting at a mediator downtown.”

I nod and take a deep breath. Everything may not be over, but at least there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

* * *

“Mr. McNair cameon to me and then fired me when I said I didn’t want to date him,” Bethany says from across the table. She’s doing her best impression of a mild mannered, meek employee, but she won’t be winning an Oscar anytime soon.

Instead of the power suits that she usually wears, she is dressed in a long billowy skirt and a cardigan sweater. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a severe bun, and she’s wearing a pair of glasses that I’ve never seen.

“Do you have proof of his unwanted advances? Text messages, phone calls, emails?” one of my lawyers asks.

“I deleted them all, per his request,” Bethany states with a sniffle.

I’m doing my best not to fucking explode because I’m not the person she’s accusing me of being. I never saw this coming. I want the lawyers to just play the recordings they got from Shelby’s company to prove Bethany is lying so I can get this over with, but I know there’s a reason for their line of questioning, so I sit as patiently as I can.

“Do you always do what Mr. McNair tells you to do?”

“Yes,” Bethany demurely answers.

“So, when you leaked the story to the blog about an upcoming deal, did Mr. McNair tell you to do that?”

“Yes,” Bethany answers, but she looks at her lawyer with a frown.

I want to smile because she was just caught in a lie.

“Are you sure? Because there are several witnesses and a recording that says otherwise.”

“Well, I did what was in the best interest of the company.”

“So, you justlied. Mr. McNair didn’t tell you to leak the story?”

“Your question was confusing.” Bethany’s eyes well up with tears, but my lawyer goes in for the kill.

“So, Mr. McNair wanted to date you, but you said no, and that’s why he fired you? Correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct. I didn’t want to date my boss, so I told him no. He fired me right after.”

“Did you ever go out on a date with Mr. McNair?”

“Well, no. Not really. I mean.”

“So, Mr. McNair harassed you over text messages and emails, but you deleted them because he told you to? Is that correct?”

“I-I… well…” Bethany looks at her lawyer, and the man shakes his head.