LOGINThe next morning, I dive into research like my life depends on it. Because it does. I meet with legal teams across the city. I see human attorneys, pack-law specialists, and the Alpha Council advisors. Every office looks the same by the time I’m through: polished desks, too-bright lights, and lawyer
“I didn’t accuse her,” I say coolly. “The public did.”“You’re manipulating this,” he snaps. “You’re trying to destroy her reputation.”“She can handle her own reputation,” I say. “I don’t need to lift a finger.”His breath crackles through the speaker, furious and uneven. “This isn’t over.”He hang
The official clarification I release is clean, sharp, and professional. My PR team helps me polish the language until it sounds like someone far steadier than I feel. We post it on every platform we have, attach certification documents, screenshots, statements from suppliers, everything short of car
I slam my phone down so hard the screen shakes.“That arrogant jerk,” I hiss. “He thinks this is a game.”My pulse races so fast it feels like it’s in my throat. For a second, I want to throw the phone at the wall, but I need it—so I curl my fingers into fists until my nails sting. Part of me wants
After the banquet, all I want is a hot shower, my bed, and thirty minutes without my phone buzzing.But clearly, bad luck was still following me.Instead, when the car drops me off and I walk toward my building, a figure steps out from the shadows near the entrance. Of course. Landon.He’s leaning
The moment I can, I escape. I mumble an excuse about needing some air, smile at whoever’s in my path, and weave through the crowd until I reach the large glass doors leading out to the terrace.The night air hits my skin like cool water. I inhale sharply, trying to steady myself. My palm still tingl







