Sarah POV
“I need your help,” I told Zane in our apartment after I’d put the girls to bed.
He looked at me in mild surprise, probably at the strident note in my voice. His tie was hanging around his neck, and he’d taken his jacket and shoes off before sitting beside me on the sofa.
“Whatever you need, of course,” he said.
I explained briefly about Cynthia, the betas, and the tweets.
“You’ve been dealing with for years,” I finished. “I could just use some guidance.”
“OK.” He got up, went into his bedroom, and came back out with his laptop. He set it up on the coffee table and said, “You have an i********: account, right? Chloe mentioned it.”
“Yes.” I logged in and saw several notifications. “Oh dear.”
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