Novel & Cerita Damage Control Book

It’d been a minor scratch, but Damien cleaned, disinfected and covered it. “Thank you.” April held up her arm. She studied the small white bandage on her arm. He’d forgotten about his demands to know who’d attacked her. April felt thankful for something. “Those are both admirable points many wouldn’t recognize or care about. I’m glad to hear you’ve acknowledged them and not abused them. Many wouldn’t have that restraint, with this happening to your family’s business interests. They would’ve used them and ignored the fact they don’t have lives of their own.”

I’m not sure I did. My thoughts made my head hurt worse than the crying did. I just wanted to shut down. I wanted the pain to stop. Maybe I just needed some air to catch my breath. I rolled down the window slightly just enough to get a breeze. Fortunately, the slight wind in my face calmed me down. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Several minutes had passed when I heard a knock on my window. I didn’t have the heart to look at who it was. I was praying that Jared didn’t find me so easily.

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"Are you kidding me? Why would a CEO of a big company have a crush on me? Hello, I look ugly with my scar. No one will like me." Debra shook her head. "You are wrong. If your scar disappears completely you will look beautiful just like you always are, and men will line up to date you. I'm not joking. I'm telling you the truth." I smiled. "Once my beauty is fully restored to its former glory, my life will turn upside down again. It's better this way, I enjoy peace and stability."

He had underestimated just how far she would go. “Damian,” Reed’s voice broke through the silence. His lawyer stood at the far end of the table, already dressed in his usual immaculate navy suit, jaw tight, eyes grim. “This is everywhere. Online, print, broadcast. She made sure it would hit hard and fast. Damage control will be complicated.” Damian’s jaw flexed. He closed the tablet and set it down with deliberate calm, though his hands itched to throw it against the wall. “Define complicated.”

The PR team was already fielding calls by the time Alex called an emergency meeting. We sat around the war table in Darren’s study: Alex, two media consultants, a crisis manager from New York, and me. Darren sat at the head of the table, silent but listening. “Damage control is possible,” the crisis manager said. “But only if we respond fast.” “We release a formal statement,” one of the consultants suggested. “We highlight Darren’s recovery, his activity in the company, and counter the claims with facts — therapy records, prescription logs, verified reports of attendance and leadership at meetings.”

Their moment of solace was abruptly shattered by a sudden, thunderous bang on the door. Before Asher could hide Emily, the door swung open with a crash. An imposing figure stumbled inside, reeking of alcohol and rain. Asher froze, his body stiff with fear as he instinctively placed himself in front of his sister, who clung to his shirt for safety. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. He had hoped to keep Emily hidden, but now there was no time—no escape.

, I called Kent who was dancing to the soundtrack of a singer Bruno Mars, Versace on the Floor. Kent realized I got a wound on my belly. " Lucy, what happened? Wait, I'll get a medicine kit!", he looks so worried about me. He went back with a cleaning kit for wounds. "I thought, I got them but I let it go, I'm so sorry!", I said while crying in pain. Kent told me to calm down. It's our first months as lovers but it turned into a catastrophe. It should be memorable with us having a time of ourselves but because of the accident, we will remember each month a disaster.