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need to take a look at the doctor’s notes before forming an opinion, however.
    “No but I can get it for you.”
    “Thanks,” I smiled up at him. “I’m relieved Mr. Hardy was receptive to rehab. Nine times out of ten it’s a forced situation. It makes my job much easier when I’m well received by the patient.” He physically blanched and my stomach lurched. “What?”
    “Grant, uh, wasn’t exactly receptive to rehab. In fact, he claimed, and is still claiming, he doesn’t have a problem and that he didn’t take the Oxy.”
    “Do you believe him?” He seemed surprised by my question.
    “The proof is right there,” he pointed to the file in my hand.
    “But surely you checked his story out?” I questioned.
    “Let’s get one thing straight, Miss Scott, your job is to rehab Grant Hardy, nothing more and nothing less. Are we clear?” I stared at him for a long second before nodding my head yes.
    Steering the conversation back to the subject at hand, I asked, “Mr. Hardy did actually go to rehab, correct?”
    “He did but I’ll warn you, he came back angry.” I opened my mouth to ask why but he cut me off. “Our media team was on top of it. Otherwise Grant could have embarrassed the label and caused irreparable damage. We expect your full cooperation, Miss Scott. The label has serious money tied up in endorsements right now. If Grant refuses to comply with the rehabilitation program you’ve designed, we won’t hesitate to drop him from the label. Trust me when I say no one wants this to happen, most of all Grant.”
    “Mr. Hamilton,” I started to say but he cut me off a second time.
    “Can I be candid with you, Miss Scott? Grant is my friend and a brilliant musician. I don’t want to see him go down this way. None of us do. We have to get through this tour.” For the third time I opened my mouth to speak. This time, when Blane attempted to cut me off, I put my hand in his face to stop him.
    “Don’t,” I warned. He managed to look embarrassed. “First off let me say that your lack of support is shocking. Second,” I pointed to his briefcase, “As you so kindly pointed out, that contract says I’m here for one reason only and that’s to rehabilitate Grant Hardy, correct?” This man had just pulled a bait and switch on me and I was disgusted by it. I did not like feeling used. “Last, I want it in writing that if you interfere with my process I can walk but will still be paid for the time I put in.”
    When he realized I was dead serious he began backpedaling. “Of course I care about Grant. He’s my friend and I’m only trying to take care of him. I promise not to interfere with your process but management has to have some say in matters. Let me be clear, I want Grant to get better, we all do.” He wanted Grant to get better but he wasn’t willing to look into whether he was telling the truth or not? Something felt off about Blane Hamilton and his so called agenda. I didn’t know him well enough to pass judgment but so far I was less than impressed. We turned into a large parking lot and pulled to a stop.
    Hank turned around and announced, “We’re here.” As I unbuckled my seat belt and reached for the door Blane placed a hand on my arm.
    “There’s one more thing you should know before we go in.” I raised my brow in question and he continued, “Grant has no idea we’ve hired you. Don’t be upset if he’s less than receptive to the idea at first.”
    Yes, I was really starting to dislike this man.

Chapter Three
    Welcome Back, Or Is It?

    Grant
    A fter two of the longest weeks of my life I was finally sprung from rehab. Carrying nothing but a backpack full of clothes, which I planned on burning at the first opportunity, I walked out the front doors of hell to freedom. Okay, maybe the place wasn’t exactly hell but it had definitely been both a waste of my time and the label’s money. As I descended the front steps of the building I tried not to dwell on the fact that