The Kingsley car rolled away from the curb.
“Can we talk?"
“We are," Celeste said. “Make it short."
“He left?"
“He gave us privacy," she said. “Use it."
“About the rumors," he began. “Are you okay?"
“You mean the thread that calls me a serial flirt? Or the other one that says I seduced Albert for access to his board?"
“Both," he said. “All of it. It's out of line."
“The internet tends to be," she said evenly. “But it's also fast. It will move on—especially when the truth is louder."
“The screenshots."
“They're accurate," she said.
“I'm not arguing that here," he said quickly, “I came about something else. I'm asking for a chance to clean this publicly. For both of us."
“Define clean."
“A press conference," he said. “Together. Today or tomorrow. We say what happened was a heate
