ALEX’S POV
My phone doesn’t stop vibrating. It buzzes on the table. On the couch, in my hand. Against my chest when I shove it into my jacket pocket like I can suffocate it there.
It doesn’t work, nothing does. By the time the fourth device starts ringing, the secure line I reserve for board-level emergencies, I know what this is.
War!!!!!!!!
I stand in the glass-walled conference room at Robinson Holdings, the city sprawled beneath me like a kingdom I can no longer control. Screens line the walls, all flashing the same headlines in different fonts, different tones, different degrees of venom.
ROBINSON HEIR IMPREGNATES MISTRESS, ENGAGEMENT COLLAPSES
INSIDE THE SCANDAL ROCKING TWO BILLION-DOLLAR DYNASTIES
LAVENDER BROOKS: GOLD DIGGER OR VICTIM?
I don’t read past the first few lines,
