Ford just shrugs, looking suave and unaffected. “There’s a pretty famous song about not always getting what you want.” I chuckle at that. “They are relentless.” The man across from me leans forward, eyes flashing. “Skylar, they are irrelevant to me. I don’t owe them answers. I don’t care about being liked. They can contact me all they want. I will happily delete their messages.”
