"Let's go to the company! How can I even think about going to class until this is sorted out?" June Grant said. She drained her cup, stuffed her phone into her bag, and asked Ian Rowan, "How long will it take you to edit the video and send it to us?"
"Three minutes," Ian Rowan replied. His fingers flew across the keyboard in a blur of furious clacking.
A moment later, everyone's phones began to chime one after another.
"I took the liberty of sending a copy to Uncle Holden, too," Ian Rowan said with a smug grin, his expression practically begging for praise.
"You're the best, Ian," Ivy Holden said, patting his head. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
Ian Rowan gave Nathan Rowan a wide-eyed, innocent look. "Bro, I think she was just hitting on me."
"Get lost!" Nathan Rowan snatched his car keys and hurried out after Ivy Holden.
"Wait for me!" Ian Rowan quickly shoved his laptop into his bag, jogged after Nathan, and squeezed into Ivy Holden's car.
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