Love Me Like A Champion
“Make sure the narrative stays clean. No leaks. No sympathetic interviews. If anyone asks, Xander Savage spent his evening at a private dinner. That’s it.”
“What about the injured parties?”
Her expression didn’t soften. “They’ll be fine. Even if they are not, I do not care.”
Watz inclined her head. “I’ll handle it.”
As she turned to leave, Courtney added, “And Watz?”
“Yes?”
“Next time Xander feels like playing hero, remind him heroes don’t win championships. Strategy does.”
***
At St. Elms General, Xander moved through the corridors with restless energy, his jacket slung over his arm, his phone pressed to his ear as he argued with the billing department for the third time.