Riyan's Call
As Samantha and Jack were about to say goodbye, Jack's phone buzzed in his pocket.
He glanced at the screen. It was Riyan. A bit surprised by the late call, he answered, "Riyan? What's going on? It's pretty late."
There was a sigh on the other end, and he could almost picture her running a hand through her hair, exasperated. "Yeah, I know it's late, Jack. But as you know, we got a video of Harry—exactly like we needed."
"Yes, we did, so what's problem?"
"The problem," Riyan replied, her tone dropping, "is that I can't find anyone willing to release it to the media. I've tried a few contacts here, but they're all too nervous about going up against Bean family. I need some kind of plan to get this published, or it's going to waste. Just thought I'd call to give you a heads up. It's better if two people thing than one."
Jack nodded, understanding her frustration. "Alright, I'll think of something. Leave it with me for now."