The fall of the Turner name was swifter than a winter's frost. Within hours, the digital pack-links were flooded with the truth. Even the Turner Studios PR wolves couldn't howl loud enough to drown it out. The world now knew that Blake was a traitor to his fated bond and Riley was a parasite who had fed on my reputation for years.
To sharpen the blade, a rogue investigative scout released a leak proving I had been coerced into the Bel AME show. The outrage was a physical heat. But the killing blow came from the airport "protestors" themselves. Realizing they had been used as pawns for a hollow idol, the fan-pack issued a public grovel. They confessed that Riley’s assistant, Gary, had personally fed them my flight coordinates to orchestrate the ambush. They admitted I hadn't trampled their
