Carmen pushed the front door open and walked into the hallway.

The first voice she heard was her father, so she followed the sound towards the living room.

“Hunter, I need the fool that released that trashy news about my daughter gone and every single soul that covers that story out of job in the next twenty-four hours. When I wake up tomorrow, I want everything to be back to normal. Is that clear?” Mr. Smith said with the phone pressed against his ear.

Carmen stared at her father’s calm expression from the doorway, and it sent chills down her spine.

“Good. I am glad we are on the same...