"Heh." Stella actually let out a laugh, exasperated. "All of you-honestly, you're all wrapped around that little brat's finger!"

"He's Stewart's last line in the sand," Cedric Clarke replied, his tone serious.

Stella fell silent.

It was a long moment before she finally asked, "Cedric, can I trust you?"

"Just this once, trust me," Cedric said solemnly. "Listen, if you can talk Bryn into agreeing to Stewart's terms, I promise I'll keep an eye on things from my end too."

Stella pressed her lips together, thinking for a few seconds before she asked, "Do you know why Stewart insists on going to Ghana?"

Cedric could more or less guess Stewart's real motive.

But he knew better than to say anything before Stewart left.

If he told her, Bryn would never agree to go.

"I honestly don't know," Cedric lied, feigning ignorance. "I'll try to ask around for you, okay?"

"You think he'd actually tell you if you asked?"

Cedric gave a helpless chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are... he won't."

*and*

low laugh. "Don't worry. There are

the car. "Anyway, I need to get back and figure out how to talk Bryn around. I'll let

"Alright."

as the call ended, Cedric dialed

rang several times before Stewart finally

voice was rough and heavy.

blurted out, half-joking, half-shocked. "Did you bug

his breath still ragged. "What did she

another migraine?"

"It's nothing."

I don't know what to say to you anymore. Those three conditions you set-each one more outrageous than the last! I'm not just giving you a hard time, Stewart,

in, his tone unyielding. "I made my decision, and

wanted to let loose. There was no point. When Stewart dug his heels in, nothing

the end, Cedric just said, firmly, "Look, I already told Stella to talk to Bryn for you. That's as much as I can do, man. So listen, even if it's just for

long silence on the other

his word. He was just about to lose his temper when Stewart's

"Okay."

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