By the time the flight landed on the tarmac on the East Coast, the narrative online had completely shifted. I couldn't even be bothered to look at it. I had an annual producer dinner with the streaming platforms in three hours. The office I just rented was still full of unpacked boxes, and I had to review the guest list, seating chart, and pitch decks all over again.My secretary, Hanna, chased after me with a laptop."Reese, the legal team is all set. The work footage with timestamps, the high-res scans of the business contracts, and Tessa's Venmo and wire transfers to the tabloid sites have all been organized." "Publish them right on time." Hanna's fingers paused, hesitating slightly. "Grant's PR department just issued an internal warning to kill the story, claiming that blowing this out of proportion does no one any favors." I stopped in my tracks. "No good for Tessa, or is he just afraid of ruining his own superstar facade?" At 7:00 PM, the dinner began.
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