Elias isn't finished.
"The angle of that photo. The timing." He keeps his voice level. "An unauthorized photographer doesn't just wander onto a private hotel terrace and happen to frame only Claire and me. Someone let him in. Someone pointed the camera."
The PR director's pen stops moving.
"The terrace has cameras," Elias continues. "So does the corridor leading to it. This isn't complicated." He glances toward the door as Coach Danny steps in and takes a seat—gives him a beat to catch up, then carries on.
"If the team has an internal security gap, or someone inside is manufacturing situations like this, the damage doesn't stop at my reputation. This time it's me. Next time it's someone who doesn't have the resources to manage it."
Danny leans forward slowly, elbows on the table. "He'
