"What do you want," commanded Dylan, a note of irritation fluttering at the edge of his words. "It better be good."
"A friend of mine…" she thought a moment about lying but then thought against it. Dylan's security, Garwood, probably knew everything anyway. She sighed, deflated, shoulders slumping. "A friend beat Devin up bad – really bad - and put him in hospital. And now Devin is threatening to sue him. I tried talking to Devin," she started, "but he- he-" she blinked back tears, took a deep breath. Shook it off. Got to the point. "I came to ask if you could convince Devin to stop. Maybe change his mind and not sue Kevin." She planted her palms on the back of the armchair.
"So it was you." Dylan's cheeks were dimpled. "It was you and your friend who broke his nose and ribs."
"It wasn't me. It was Kevin, and only because of a huge misunderstanding. Please, it's not something that he should've done, and he knows that."
