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The conference room smells like desperation and expensive coffee.
My PR team has been in crisis mode for two days. Ever since the gossip columns started multiplying. Ever since sponsors started threatening to pull out. Ever since the Forge's ownership got involved and started asking questions about what the hell is happening with their captain.
Victoria Chen is my PR agent, sharp, efficient, and currently looking at me like I'm a problem that needs solving.
She pulls up a video montage on the conference room screen. Gossip columnists talking about my "undeniable chemistry" with Elle. Social media threads analyzing every interaction between us. Reddit breakdowns of my playing style in relation to my "compromised personal life." t****k videos speculating about whether I'm "too dist
