Chapter 310

MASON The headline about Astyn Bartley makes me snort: “Tech wiz who’s about to take the AI world by storm.” More like “Tech wiz who somehow stole Jamestech’s patent and is getting all the credit.” Nothing but a fucking fraud. I scroll down to his picture and shoot daggers at him through the screen. There he stands in front of his Bugatti, wearing a sweater tied around his neck. Who the actual fuck dresses like that? Pompous jackass. He’s smiling, and I can tell they’re not his real teeth. Porcelain veneers I’ll bet. I scroll to the message at the bottom of the email. This goes live tomorrow. Thought you’d want to see it first. Shelby xoxo I went to college with Shelby, and we once got so drunk on tequila that we were arrested by campus security for stealing a bust of Shakespeare from the library. For the rest of our time there, we were inseparable. She’s a journalist now. A top-class one who reports on important stories, like wars and presidential elections, but she keeps an ear to th