By breakfast, the eleven-second clip had been viewed more than two million times.
I knew because Ethan placed his phone beside my coffee like evidence at a crime scene.
“You could have waited until I ate.”
“You told me not to hide campaign problems from you.”
“I said that before strangers started putting music behind my humiliation.”
Someone had turned my answer into a joke about failing job interviews. Another had frozen my face beneath WHEN YOUR BOSS ASKS WHAT YOU ACTUALLY DO HERE.
Mia had sent me that one at six fourteen.
I’m sorry but this one is funny.
Traitor.
Caelum entered as Ethan reclaimed his phone.
“Original account?”
“Created three weeks ago. No name, no history worth tracing.” Ethan hesitated. “But it posted the clip eight minutes before Voss’s campaign shared it.”
