Kate sat on the edge of Rolly’s couch, her nails tapping impatiently against the glass coffee table as she relayed everything that had happened that morning.

She was still fuming from her argument with Ryan, still furious that he had the audacity to take down her interview without even discussing it with her.

“He took it down, Rolly. Just like that. Like I was some liar, like I was spreading false stories when everything I said was the truth!”

Rolly leaned back on the couch, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she took a slow sip of her coffee.

“I told you, you’re losing your grip...