Cynthia’s POV
The phone won’t stop ringing.
Every call brings worse news, and in an instant, I lose billions.
If this is how it feels falling from grace to grass, then I’m finally feeling it.
Most of our sponsors pull out one by one, the major ones already gone.
This is bad.
How can one stupid—one poorly chosen moment in front of a hidden camera—make me lose everything I’ve worked for?
I glare at the screen, disgust welling up inside me. I hate the internet.
They’re all fools, a bunch of idiots! The way people share and comment like vultures on a carcass, feeding on whatever scandal they can find.
It’s like some twisted scene from a movie, except this time I refuse to be the tragic character that loses everything. I’m not going to end up like them. There’s a way out. There must be
