Mark’s POV
There’s nothing like waking up to headlines about your s*x life to ruin your day.
The press went nuclear. It wasn’t just one site or one tabloid—it was everywhere. My name. Sage’s name. Photos. Theories. Disgusting assumptions. “CEO caught with younger lover,” “Power imbalance?” “Billionaire boss seduces his assistant?” On and on, like sharks circling blood.
I sat in my office, blinds drawn, fingers steepled under my chin as the PR team tried to talk over each other on the speakerphone.
“We need a public statement—soon.”
“Denial won’t work, Mark, there’s too much evidence.”
“We could say it’s an old flame, nothing serious—”
“She was your assistant. That’s the narrative now. That you took advantage.”
I rubbed my temples. “Enough.”
Silence.
I took a deep breath. “I’m not
