By the time Sofia reached the office the next morning, the whispers had already started. It felt like they bloomed the moment she stepped through the glass doors, spreading from cubicle to cubicle like vines. Heads tilted as she passed. People pretended to be busy, but their screens refreshed suspiciously often, fingers tapping updates like they were tracking a stock crash. She felt the weight of their eyes clinging to her skin, heavy and uncomfortable, as if she had sprouted a second head overnight.
Her phone buzzed nonstop, the vibrations rattling in her bag like a swarm of angry bees. She already knew before she checked. Tristan Jacinto’s name had erupted online again, rising fast and loud across every platform like a tidal wave.
PR STATEMENT: Tristan Jacinto Addresses Viral Scandal
