. She didn't look at Kevon, who was still sitting in stunned

out of the office, the manila fo

tower and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She slipped on a pair

he passenger seat. She turned the key, the engine roarin

er fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering whe

nt the night before-the night he was supposed to be "working." Kevon was leaning over, fastening a diamond necklace around Kayla's throat, before kissing her right

asphalt. A chorus of car horns erupted behind her, but she didn't hear

their breakup, weaponizing his new romance to paint her as the v

am. She stepped on the gas, pulling over to the curb

nd slid into a booth in the back corner. She pull

on the pulse of Manhattan's gossip scene. T

a distance. It showed Kevon and Kayla at the same restaurant, confirming t

spinning it like Kevon is the hero who went back to his true love. They're calling you the a

e glared back at her: Baxter Heir's

ust leave. They were trying to bury her on the way out. They wanted to steal her work and her reputation. They were t

e wasn't going to let

fe's Wi-Fi. She navigated to a secure, encryp

eports to cover up his losses. There were screenshots of text messages, explicit photos from other women he had enterta

ng she would never need to use them.

archive. She opened a new email and addressed it to the editors of the five biggest go

: Regarding Baxter Heir's Fra

the time. Her flight to London was in three hours. She set the email to send that jus

hit

t had happened, the scandal would be front-page n

ne smile finally touching her lips. It

e slid back into her car and keyed in the address for the Manhattan penthouse she shared wit