Chapter Twenty-Nine
"What?" He pushed off the counter and snapped up the folder. "You're shitting me."
"I wish I was," she said quietly.
Fuuuuuuuuck. He scanned photo after photo - client lists, parties, couples, some very compromised - cringing when he came across the one of him and Emerson and Bonita and the pretty young thing. There were plenty of names and faces he didn't recognize, but the few he did... were big. "s**t. No wonder you got sacked." His comment from a few weeks ago came back to haunt him. Then f**k 'em. They deserve what they get. He guessed he deserved what he got, too. To be honest, he hadn't been much better than any of them.
She ghosted a smile, still keeping her eyes on her hands clutching the coffee mug.
"And this is the story that's going to run?"
She nodded
