Riley
I stared down at the newspapers in front of me.
How the hell could this happen? It was my story , my exclusive interview with Elliot that should be getting the attention not…
Me.
As in a picture of me , not a story from me. The picture wasn’t the clearest in the world and had obviously been taken from a fair distance away but there was no doubt it was me.
Sat by a pool, my arms flung around a giant golden dog and Elliot hovering over us both. His hand on my shoulder as I cried. A caring look on his face. The second picture was him sitting next to me, both our faces strained.
Those pictures were bad enough but the article? The article was inflammatory, untrue and could ruin me and my career before it had even really started.
Is that what people actually thought of me? That
