Lucien’s POV
The media coverage of the restaurant incident was getting completely out of hand, snowballing into a viral nightmare faster than I could contain it. My public relations division had been on high alert since midnight, and my elite legal team was currently working double-time, scrambling to issue cease-and-desist orders and trying to scrub every single leaked video of Jason's little stunt off the internet. It was an exercise in futility; for every clip we successfully managed to scrub, three more anonymous accounts reuploaded it to the tabloids.
I sat back in my leather office chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the bright light of my computer screen reflected off the dark of my desk. I was staring directly at the rising analytics on the monitor, watching the search traffi
