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She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

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After making my purchases, I head to a coffee shop, then wander in and out of some cute little shops. Around five, the sky is dark and all the shops are brightly lit and stuffed with customers. My stomach growls, reminding me that I’ve not had much of anything to eat, so I find a spot to duck into. Heading to the bar, I slide onto a stool and order a drink and a burger. “There you are!” My stomach sinks as Steve drops onto the stool next to me. “Why are you here?” I practically whine.

I stared at it, unsure if I should laugh or throw the phone. Cassia must’ve noticed because she sat up straight, her tone immediately serious. “Okay, you need to brace yourself, girl. Bloggers will twist anything for clicks, even your heartbeat if they could monetize it.” I let out a slow breath, but my stomach still sank. They didn’t waste a single second digging into my past. “They’re not wrong though,” I murmured, staring at the headline again. “It’s just… off seeing it written that way.” Cassia folded her arms. “Look, forget all that noise. Remember when people started talking the moment I began dating Lawrence?”

I meant business. “Sir, the blogs we’ve been able to talk to have taken down their posts. We’ve gone through Millenium, Times, Nujar, and some of the other big brands,” he read from his clipboard. “And the smaller blogs? Has PR been able to take care of any backlash?” “It’s just a rumor, sir. The team has been working non-stop to get in contact with the smaller websites peddling the story. Some of them have been shut down.” “But?” I asked, knowing there was a but coming. If there was something I knew about PR and blogs, they needed traction and following.

Something bad. The first text was from Steve, his friend back in South Carolina who ran auto parts shops and usually only texted about sports or beer. "Dude. Check BlastZone. NOW." BlastZone was a gossip blog that lived for corporate scandals and celebrity drama. The kind of site that did not give a shit about facts as long as the story was juicy enough to get clicks and ad revenue. They had been covering the Sinclair-Maddox scandal since day one, posting every humiliating detail they could find.

She's shipping me off to another continent as damage control. I continue to eat a breakfast I have zero interest in, and once I hear her car leave, I pull out my phone , mentally preparing myself for the worst. The first five notifications are about me. On Wolfgram, our own version of I*******m, several blogs have already published my story.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”