"What do we do now?" Landon asked his friend, after several seconds of utter silence.
"Drive me home. I need my work laptop to start a conference call," he said with hooded eyes, as if he was deep in thought.
"Bet."
Landon silently kick-started the car, and drove towards the next turn to return to Ace's house.
As he drove, Ace distracted himself with his phone. Messages upon messages popped on his screen. Both from the press and investors.
"Damn you, Celine!" He thought in his head.
She had drawn the first, second, and third blood, yet he was still trying to play fair.
He only hoped he wouldn't be accused of doing too much the moment he decided to really go in.
Via his phone, he began to draft an email when a call from Grant came.
"Where the fuck have you been? Didn't you see the news?" He raised his voice a little at his personal assistant.
