Amara's POV
Clara found the news before I did. She is proving herself as a more capable assistant than I anticipated.
"Don't panic," she said, appearing in my office doorway with her phone already turned toward me, "but you should see this before someone else shows it to you."
"That's a terrible way to start a sentence."
"It gets worse. Read it."
I took the phone.
Which billionaire CEO's new 'strategist' has a past she's not advertising?
I read it twice. Then a third time, like the words might soften if I gave them enough chances.
"Okay," I said, handing the phone back, proud of how steady my voice came out. "Okay."
"That's it? Okay?"
"What do you want me to say, Clara?"
"I don't know. Something with more panic in it. You're being suspiciously calm."
"I'm calm because panicking
