DEVON’S POV
The silence in the car on the ride back to the residence was thick and unforgiving. Not the kind of silence that offers peace, but the kind that wraps around your throat like a noose, daring you to breathe. Tension. Guilt. Rage. All dancing in the same car, none of it spoken.
Only Franco’s hushed voice broke through sharp and commanding over the phone in the passenger seat, giving orders, damage control.
"Yes, Amira. Get Marcus to talk to the press. Let him handle the counter-statement to neutralise the narrative. That’s his goddamn job!"
Pause.
"No. No, Eleanor won’t be available today. Neither will the President."
His words faded into the background.
But my mind… mine was miles away.
Everything Jim had said replayed in an endless loop
Measures must be taken to keep m
