Sophia was jolted awake by the buzzing of her phone. Squinting at the screen, she saw that #LeilaHawkeEscortScandal had climbed to the top of X's trending topics. Her nails dug into her palm as frustration simmered beneath her skin. Moving quietly, she stepped into the guest room. Leila was still asleep, dark circles smudged beneath her eyes, her brows furrowed even in slumber.
Sophia slipped back out, padding down the hallway before pressing Nicholas' number.
"Mr. Morgan, it's Sophia Carter," she said, leaning against the cool tiled wall. "It's not too late to take this down."
A metallic snip echoed through the receiver—Nicholas cutting the end of a cigar. "Didn't know you'd taken up charity work," he murmured, his voice thick with whiskey. "Or is Daddy's little girl maxing out her cre
