(Dustin’s POV)
Later that afternoon, Jessica and I are in my office going over talking points for when—not if—the press contacts us officially.
According to the plan, I call Sabrina’s number.
When she says “hello?”
"What the hell did you do?" I ask without preamble.
"I didn't do anything," she says calmly. Too calmly. I feel uneasy by the calmness in her voice, but I push the feeling away and continue.
"This is about your lay off, isn’t it? I know you’re upset, Sabrina. But you can't just—"
"Can't what? Tell the truth? Defend myself? Or did you expect me to just disappear quietly while you and Jessica f****d on our bed? Or wait for you to destroy me like you planned?"
Shit! She’s not going according to script! And how does she know about our plan to destroy her? Did she install a l
