#Chapter 49-Searching History

"Knock, knock," I hear Derek call from the door, and I look up to see him standing there with a small grin. "Hey," I reply, gesturing for him to come in. He holds out a cup of what looks to be coffee. I raise a brow. "Thought you might need some caffeine." Setting the cup on the table, I stick out my bottom lip in a fake pout. "Thank you." How sweet is that? "I also have an update on the Max case?" He sits in the chair across from me. "Nice and foreboding." I take that as my cue to lean back and listen. "We‘re going to be fighting back against their defamation claims." It’s a simple sentence, really, but it’s not exactly one I want to hear. "Fuck." "My sentiments exactly," he responds. "Max believed that firing Mr. Marcy would be the end of things. But even knowing I saw everything, you were attacked, and that there’s footage of the bastard coming in and out of the building, they still