The elevator doors sliding shut sealed Wren in a capsule of chrome and fury. Kael stood beside her as she leaned back, feeling the coldness of the wall through her blazer.
How convenient that one short clip that could defame her name would set the internet on flames so fast.
Nobody even cared to know about context, or about the asshole who grabbed Grace and harassed them first. The public was always so eager to tear anyone down.
Wren answered her phone as soon as Grace called, her voice immediately spilling through with outrage.
“Wren have you seen the news? Some bastard made edits of us at the bar yesterday to make you look like a villain. As if everyone at that bar didn’t see how that creep tried to rearrange my face or how he tried to hit you!”
Wren closed her eyes, the
