Riley’s POV
Early afternoon at Gray Enterprises, the revolving doors clicked shut behind me, sealing off the lobby's cool, sterile calm.
Outside, the air was cool and cloudy, brushing against my skin, but that wasn’t what made me pause.
It was the feeling, that gut-deep tightness. Like something was waiting.
“Riley! Riley Jordan! Over here—!”
Flash.
Flash.
Flashflashflash.
The world blinked white.
I flinched backward instinctively, my hand flying up to shield my face. That was when I saw them, dozens of them, closing in like a tide.
With their cameras flashing, microphones raised, and Pointed questions thrown my way.
“Riley, how long have you and Michael Gray been together?”
“Are you really living in the same apartment with him?”
“Did you work with Langford Media during the
