Ruby’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, casting long, pale shadows across the marble kitchen island.
I sat on a high stool, nursing a cup of black coffee, completely unbothered by the chaos unfolding on my tablet screen. Every major high-society blog in New York had screenshots of Victoria’s scandalous masterpiece side-by-side with my icy, emerald-dressed gallery smile. The headlines were spectacular.
Alexander burst into the room like a localized hurricane, his blonde hair slightly messy, his blue eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep. He had his phone pinned to his ear, his voice a low, furious hiss. "...I don't care what the PR firm says, kill the story. Throw money at Page Six. Do your job."
He slammed the phone down on the counter, runni
