The office air thickened with tension; I leaned back into my chair, the screen of my phone scrolling across pages. The news had exploded, once more. My face and Frank's were plastered on every single big site, not in a very pleasant way-the headlines were actually all mean and ridiculed him.
"Ruth Nakamura, Tokyo's most promising fashion talent of the year, brings infamous Frank Lee to his knees in public," one reads.
My assistant, Hana, burst in, her face red. "Miss Nakamura, you've gone viral again. They're saying it's your most strategic move yet."
I let out a sigh and laid the phone facedown on my desk. "This wasn't part of the plan, Hana. I wanted to resolve this, not turn it into a circus.
Hana looked ill at ease. "But it worked. The narrative is in your favor. Frank Lee's reputa
