Alex
The boardroom was quiet, the kind of quiet that came right before disaster.
I stood at the head of the long glass table, the city skyline stretching behind me, but my eyes were on the dozens of screens lighting up with one headline after another.
“Billionaire CEO in Secret Relationship with Waitress.”
“Who Is Zoey Anderson. The Girl Who Stole Alexander Knight’s Heart?”
“Nexacore’s Reputation Under Fire as Romance Scandal Grows.”
Each word hit harder than the last.
And at the bottom of every article, one name kept reappearing.
Kiara Lawson.
My jaw tightened. She’d wasted no time.
“Sir,” Emma said carefully from my left. “The PR team’s asking if you want to release a statement.”
“No.” My voice came out clipped. “The more we talk, the more they feed.”
She hesitated. “But the
