Emma
"Gold-digger!"
"Fraud!"
"How much did Sterling pay you?"
The shouts followed me through Laurent Studio's lobby, camera flashes exploding like attack lightning. Someone had leaked my work schedule to the press. Again.
"Miss Bennett! Is it true you trapped Dominic Sterling with his own children?"
"Were you planning this from the beginning?"
"What does Vivian Chase say about you stealing her family?"
Each question hit like a physical blow. I clutched my portfolio tighter, the latest designs inside suddenly feeling more shield than artwork.
"Back off!" Amanda appeared like an avenging angel, all five feet of her radiating protective fury. "Miss Bennett is here to work. She has nothing to say to vultures!"
"Is Laurent in on the scam too?" A reporter shoved his microphone closer.
