The applause was still echoing in her ears long after the conference ended.
Not the applause of support — but the kind that followed chaos, gossip, and intrigue. The kind that made your name trend for all the wrong reasons.
By the time Tracy and Alex returned to the penthouse, exhaustion clung to them both. The city glowed beneath the evening haze, and the screens outside still flashed their faces like characters in a scandal they didn’t script.
Alex loosened his tie, tossing it onto the couch before pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Half of those reporters already knew Carter was behind the leak,” he muttered. “But it doesn’t matter. They’ll print whatever sells.”
Tracy dropped her purse onto the marble counter, her mind still running through the press conference replay. “Then maybe
