The article dropped at 6:03 a.m.
And by 6:10, it had already gone viral.
Elena didn’t even need to open it.
Her phone was already exploding.
Messages. Calls. Notifications.
And one headline that made her stomach drop slightly:
“MORETTI HEIR REPORTEDLY ENGAGED IN SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH ASSISTANT — SOURCES CLAIM POWER STRUGGLE TURNED ROMANCE”
“Elena?” her assistant’s voice came through the line, shaky. “Are you seeing this?”
“I see it,” she said flatly.
“Is it true?”
A pause.
Then Elena muttered, “No.”
But it didn’t sound convincing.
Even to her.
At the same time—
Alessandro’s phone was already smashed against his desk.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
A cracked screen. Silence.
Then another phone rang.
He didn’t answer.
He just stared at the report like it had insulted
