“Look, Carter,” Finn said, trying to keep his desperation in check. “I really don’t think I should continue this blog series. Things have gotten…out of hand.”

Carter looked at him like he was some sort of fucked up alien.

“Out of hand how?”

“The specifics don’t matter—”

“I beg to differ,” Carter interrupted. “You have the man in the street hanging off your every word. Your subscriptions haven't only grown but surpassed your previous levels. This is gold, mate. Absolute gold. Why would you want to walk away from it?”

“Because—”

Liam burst through the office door, panting like he had been running.

“You need to call this thing off...