The city blurred past the tinted windows as Damien’s car shot toward the office. Cleo sat beside him, her gaze straight ahead, calm — too calm — while Olivia barked instructions from the phone on speaker.
“It’s confirmed. The file’s been pulled from every platform we can trace — legal’s working overtime, and we’ve got NDAs flying at everyone who so much as looked at the leak.”
“And the people who downloaded it already?” Damien snapped.
Silence.
“That’s what I f*****g thought,” he muttered, fingers curling into fists. “It’s out there. It’s done.”
By the time they arrived at the towering glass building, a small army waited — executives, legal, security, even PR. Cameras were already gathering outside. News vans. Paparazzi. Word was spreading like fire in a dry forest.
Cleo’s stilettos
