Hazel's POV
Penelope's smile hardened back into place almost as quickly as it had slipped, the practiced composure of a woman who had spent years perfecting exactly how much of herself to show a room. "I don't know what you think you know, Julian," she said, "but I'd be careful making accusations like that in front of two hundred witnesses."
"I have a signed statement from Desmond Ruiz," Julian said, and I watched the words land on her like something physical, watched the practiced ease finally c***k all the way through. "I have a lawyer building a case as we speak. And now, apparently, I have a hospital administrator who's going to have a great deal of explaining to do about how a private citizen's medical file ended up in a tabloid overnight."
The small crowd that had gathered at a po
