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Okay. Now he's speaking my language.
“I can give you that, Layla.”
I slowly sit down again.
“What kind of access?”
His smile tells me he knows he's got me.
Bastard.
“For thirty days, you live here. You travel with me when appropriate. You see my schedule. My businesses. The Rovers. Meetings I approve. Events. My day-to-day life.”
Holy shit.
My reporter brain is screaming.
Thirty days inside Mitchell Knight's world?
Nobody gets that.
Nobody.
This isn't a story.
This is a career-defining exclusive.
Possibly a book.
Maybe a documentary.
I force myself not to look excited.
“What's the catch?”
“Several.”
There it is.
“Of course.”
He reaches for a folder on the desk. A folder that is already there.
I stare at it. Then him.
“You planned this.”
“Parts of it.”
“When?”
“Recently.”
“How recently?”
He slides the folder toward me.
“Read it.”
