Ava’s POV
The lobby of Cather Tower always felt like a stage.
Tall ceilings that made you look up whether you wanted to or not. A floor polished enough to catch your reflection and ask if you were ready to be seen. People moved fast, assistants with tablets, men in suits talking in quick, clipped tones, cameras tucked into the corners like quiet eyes.
I didn’t come here often. When I did, it was never by accident.
Today, it was about optics. A lifestyle blog had run a story yesterday; Are Ava and Jason Still a Thing?, with grainy photos from weeks ago and a tone that made it sound like I’d been swallowed by a hole and only Jason could pull me out. Jason’s PR team had called first thing. “Drop by the office,” they said. “Let people see you together. Smile in the lobby if you can. Let th
