Ava hadn’t even made it to the lobby before it happened.
The elevator doors slid open, and instead of the quiet hall she expected, a swarm of flashing cameras and microphones greeted her. Reporters surged forward like vultures, their voices overlapping in a chaotic blur.
“Ms. Hart! Is it true you spent the night with Ethan Wolfe?” “Were you his date to the gala or his conquest?” “Did he buy you that dress you wore last night?”
Her breath caught. Her chest tightened.
Security tried to hold them back, but they kept shoving microphones in her face, questions laced with venom. She clutched her bag tighter, her mind screaming for an escape, but her feet felt rooted to the marble floor.
“Ms. Hart, are you sleeping with your boss?” one voice cut through the chaos. The words sliced through he
