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something in David that he thought was long dead, something that was barely brought to light by Charlotte—a woman he was sure would never speak directly to him again.
                  Knowing that the guard wouldn't be able to take any kind of statement unless it was legally documented, David spilled every emotion he’d experienced and every detail of the plot that he’d implemented over the last six months. After keeping it to himself so long, he had to admit that it felt good to finally have someone who could merely listen to him. His pride was bruised and his masculinity had suffered an unrecoverable blow; but, he had finally aired his most intimate skeletons.
                  Funnily enough, Marshall didn't look as disgusted as David would have thought. Disappointed, certainly, and more than a little confused; but, he didn't rise to leave the room in a huff.
    In fact, as soon as David finished speaking, he voiced his own concerns. “You've been planning this for…years?”
                  “Since shortly after my father died, yes. Marshall, you can't imagine the impression it made on me. My father killed himself because Mathers went after him so relentlessly. What that man did was inhumane.”
                  “And was what you were planning any more humane? Use any means necessary to bring the company down? Christ, David, you were even willing to exploit the woman you love.”
                  “I do not love her.” David’s denial was sudden and vehement, his gray eyes narrowing. “I respect her, and now I realize that it was wrong of me to involve her; but, love is something that takes multitudes of years and leagues of trust, Marshall. These are things that I haven't had the opportunity to acquire.”
                  “Bullshit.” His companion's response rang through the room caustically, his expression firm. “David, you talk about her like a man obsessed. If I'd have known when we last spoke, perhaps I could have done something.”
                  “Something like what?” David scoffed, shaking his head.
                  “Like brought you back from the brink,” Marshall replied flatly, rolling his eyes playfully with a small smile. “Falling for the girl was a major problem, man.”
                  Like he needed anyone else to tell him that.
                  Marshall's smile, however, was the first he'd seen in days, and it gave him hope. After a terse moment's silence, he sighed, casting his eyes down towards the table. “I'm going to pay you back, you know.”
                  “Sure, no problem.” Marshall was already standing, pulling out his checkbook, as he signaled to the guard. His entire life David had told himself that friends were an unnecessary distraction. First, it was work that he needed to devote himself to and then his elaborate revenge scheme. He'd never had time for friends. But Marshall? Marshall had stuck by him through every ordeal in his life—and was still standing by him, even in the face of a multi-billion dollar company pressing charges.
                  At the age of thirty-five, David was beginning to realize that he had underestimated the merits of friendship.
                  It took about an hour’s worth of paperwork, facing the stern chief of the district—who was almost certainly against David when it came to fighting for his supposed innocence. However, he was eventually freed on bail.  Walking out of the precinct was one of the most liberating experiences in David's life—until he remembered he'd still have to deal with the Mathers father and daughter, who were undoubtedly out for his blood. Plus, he was determined to confront his mother.
                  She might have barely spoken for the last decade, but he needed her to speak now. He needed her to reassure him that Emerson had just been