“So? What do we do now?”
The question came from Julian. All eyes, even Ethan’s, turned to him. His arms were folded in his usual “I’m-sick-of-this-melodrama-bullshit” sort of way. “The picture leaked. You’re beat up but not dead. You gotta face the real world soon enough. What do we do?”
“Nothing.” Deborah spoke next. Already she was standing, the magazine forgotten on her empty seat. As Ethan watched her, he noticed only now how the eyes beneath her glasses were rimmed with red. “We do nothing. No press release, no comments, no interviews.”
“We just ignore it?” Finn simpered. He sniffed, again wiping his face. “W-won’t that make it worse?”
“Not necessarily. If we don’t acknowledge it, it gains no power.”
“The press —” Julian began.
“The press can do what they like,” Deborah said qui
