I knew things were getting bad. But I didn’t realize how bad until I watched Sabrina’s press conference. I’m sitting in my office, laptop open, coffee going cold, listening to her spin lie after lie with a straight face. Blaming Lena. Blaming Evan. Blaming “heartbreak” for her second‑place finish. By the time the clip ends, my jaw is clenched so tight it hurts. This is spiraling. Fast.
I grab my phone and call my boss, Ramirez, in Chicago. He answers on the second ring.
“Daniels. Tell me you’re seeing this.”
“Oh, I’m seeing it,” I say. “And I’m telling you right now, this is all garbage. Every bit of it.”
He exhales sharply. “I sent Lena home to recover, not start a cheating scandal.”
“She didn’t,” I snap. “That article is fake. Evan doesn’t even know Sabrina. He’s been helping Lena o
