QUEEN sat silently in her lavish bedroom, her arms crossed, her jaw clenched. Her phone had been ringing endlessly since morning. Bianca’s calls alone had come in over fifteen times. She didn’t need to answer to know what it was about. That damned photo. The viral photo of Oswald and that maid, Orlanda circulating all over the internet like wildfire.

Queen had seen it too. Her hands had trembled slightly when she first saw the image. She even knew when it was taken, she was there. The photo was too intimate, too personal, too telling.

But she didn’t allow it shake her. Not entirely.

‘Let the world see whatever they...