The storm broke exactly at 8:00 AM the next morning.
I was sitting at my desk in the executive suite, sipping my morning espresso, when a sudden, unending cascade of notifications began to vibrate against the mahogany wood. My phone lit up, buzzing so violently it almost rattled off the edge of the desk.
Evelyn walked into the office a second later, carrying a tablet. For the first time since I'd met her, my unflappable assistant looked genuinely stressed.
"Miss Sterling," Evelyn said, her voice tight. "We have a situation online. It appears a paparazzi photographer was camped outside the Titans' facility last night."
I set my espresso cup down. "Show me."
She handed me the tablet. The screen displayed the front page of Gridiron Gossip, the most notorious and widely read sports tabloi
