The silence in Leo’s penthouse office was usually the sound of focused work, the quiet hum of ambition. But tonight, it was a different kind of quiet. It was a heavy, thoughtful one, broken only by the occasional clink of ice in Fred’s whiskey glass. The city lights twinkled outside, a detached backdrop to the drama unfolding.
"You know," Leo said, breaking the silence as he sipped from his glass of whiskey, "I really think something’s fishy going on between Jayden and Elena."
Fred raised a brow. “Like what?”
“The way they twisted the whole narrative so fast… it’s not normal. That kind of PR spin takes planning, control, money. It’s a damn skill.”
Fred leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Hmm. You’re right. It was too smooth. Like one moment Zara was trending
