JULIAN

"I'm saying we need documentation," I replied calmly. "Otherwise anyone could claim Ethan made them promises."

Bradford's lawyer slid papers across the table. "These emails show discussions about the contract," she said.

I read through them quickly, they were vague, mentioned possibilities, but nothing concrete.

"These don't constitute a binding agreement," I observed.

"A jury might disagree," the lawyer replied.

Blake leaned forward. "Let me guess," he said. "You want ten million to make this go away."

Bradford looked at him sharply. "We want what we're owed," he said.

"You're owed nothing," Blake replied cheerfully. "But you're hoping Julian is desperate enough to pay you anyway."

"Blake," I warned....