“Well, some things can’t be helped. And Doren?”
“He’s all right. He’ll be all right.” August bit his lip and eyed Doren’s back. “So, what now?”
Diana chuckled. “What do you mean?”
August’s frown deepened and he snapped his reply. “What do you mean, what do I mean? What do we do now? What about the contract? What about the band? What about everything?”
“What contract?” Diana asked sweetly. “Funny thing about that contract, August. I’ve been looking for a copy of it everywhere, but I can’t find a single one. Not even a draft. Weird, hmm? That they would send Doren all that way and not even get him to sign a contract first?”
Diana’s voice sounded oddly amused.
“But…” August stopped, confused. “I have a copy of it with me. Signed. By both of them. Witnessed, even.”
Diana’s voice dropped. “Then, darling, I suggest you get rid of it. Burn it until its nothing but ash.”