(Sebastian)
The photo was on three business sites and half the gossip feeds before I finished my coffee.
It was a good photograph. That was the trouble with it. Whoever had raised the camera on the dance floor had caught the one moment I'd let slip, Zara looking up at me, me looking down at her, the arm's length gone soft, both of us somewhere the donors weren't. There was no denying what it showed, because what it showed was true. That was the thing about a real photo. You couldn't argue it into being a lie.
Priya came in without knocking, which she only did when it was bad.
"You've seen it," she said.
"I've seen it."
"PR wants a statement. They've drafted three. All of them say the same thing in different words. Company event, professional context, no relationship, regret any misun
