Alex
Sleep was no longer a thing I remembered.
The city stretched below my penthouse windows, glittering, faceless, and merciless. My reflection stared back at me, dark circles under my eyes, jaw locked tight.
Three days.
That’s how long it had been since the story broke.
Three days of hell.
Meetings. Statements. Calls from investors demanding damage control. Every headline seemed louder than the one before.
“ Nexacore Crumbles Under Scandal.”
“Who Is Zoey Anderson, Really?”
“Sources Claim Knight’s Relationship Violates Company Policy.”
All lies. All expertly spun.
And all thanks to Kiara.
“Sir,” Emma said carefully, breaking into my thoughts. “The board meeting starts in ten minutes”
“Let them wait,” I muttered, buttoning my suit jacket. “They’re not the ones being hunted.”
