ROBERT
I sat in the dark living room with a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the television screen. The news was playing again, another segment about that damn campaign. They were talking about how successful it had become and not just Paris anymore. Now they were adding a second country, and whispers of a third one were already spreading. The numbers were climbing higher every day. People were calling it a love story that saved a company. They showed pictures of Wesley carrying Natalia like some kind of hero. They talked about how the scandal had turned into gold for both companies.
My hand tightened around the glass until I thought it might break. I had failed. Everything I had planned so carefully was falling apart right in front of me. Wesley had slipped out of my grip. He had
