CLARK’S POV
The moment the staff's trembling voice said my name, I knew something was wrong.
But when he whispered the words “video” and “Miss Eva,” I didn’t think
I reacted.
“Where is the phone?” I snapped.
He handed it to me like it was explosive.
I unlocked it immediately.
There was no real video.
Just a stupid edited clip someone made online a blurry hallway angle that vaguely looked like us.
A gossip page added captions:
“Billionaire CEO caught in secret affair??
“Who is the mystery girl??”
It was ridiculous, pointless and a deliberate attempt to drag me into clickbait.
But my heart still hammered with a violent force.
For a whole second, I imagined the alternative.
A real video of even a real scandal.
And all I saw in my mind was Eva Shaking, broken and ruined.
Becau
