POV: Alexander
The headlines load faster than I can stomach them, one after another, each worse than the last. Ashford Marriage in Crisis. The Real Mrs. Ashford Speaks Out. Sister Says Sandra Stole Her Life. I set my phone face down on the desk and stare at it like it might combust if I look away long enough.
"They're already running with this." Her voice comes out flat, exhausted. "Vivian must have talked to someone the second she left the building."
"She did."
The next morning finds us both in my study before either of us has properly slept, Sandra pacing near the window while I stare at the same three headlines Herald's laid across my desk like evidence in a trial. Herald stands across from me, arms crossed, tie slightly askew, the only sign he's as rattled as I am. "The board's a
