Chapter 132: Fixedish

Damian The next two days were a nightmare. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with calls from my lawyer, Robert. “What the fuck is going on?” he asked me at least five times in ten minutes. “How? I thought you had this in the bag. This shouldn’t even be close to a fallout. If anything, Lockwood was supposed to get on board even more. Fuck,” Robert growled in my ear. “I don’t have time for this shit, you know that?” I had remained silent throughout the whole call, finally saying something. “What?” I asked, the conversation with Missy and Mike playing over and over in my mind. “I’m going to think of something. Lockwood shouldn’t just go scot-free.” “Forget about them,” I said. “Let’s figure out this debacle first. Who did Blake sell the secrets to? Figure that out and get back to me.” He had gotten back to me a few days later. “You’re not going to believe this,” Robert said, laughing. “What?” I asked, not having the patience for jokes, but surprising myself with how calm I sounded.