By the time Hunter got back to the fourteenth floor, the video had forty thousand views and three different outlets had already picked it up without context. Ren was standing at the window with his phone pressed to his ear, and Sable was at the main table with two laptops open, typing on both at once.
"Say that again," Ren said into the phone, then held up a finger to Hunter without turning around. "No, I understand. I need you to hold the story until we know what we're dealing with." He hung up and rubbed his eyes. "That was Adaeze. She's getting calls from three networks asking her to comment on a video she's never seen before. She's furious we didn't warn her."
"We didn't know it existed until ten minutes before she did," Hunter said.
"Doesn't matter. It looks like we're losing contr
