Alex grunts, moving past us. “I don’t even want to know how you got into this…” He looks from me to Mira. “Position.”
He raises his phone. Pink Barbie’s livestream is still ongoing, thousands of comments and reactions floods the screen in rapid succession.
He fumes. “Can someone explain to me what the f**k is going on with the hashtag #BoycottFordGroupUntilSaraJaneIsFired?”
I blink, lowering my hand, about to speak when—
“Sara lied to the influencers about the budget allocated to them as payment,” Mira blurts out.
I clench my fists.
For the love of God, I am so over this b***h.
“And how did this happen, Sara?” Alex asks, turning to me.
“I didn’t know anything about the contract,” I say through clenched teeth. “Isabelle was supposed to handle preparing it—until some manipulators”—I
