“What the hell did you all do with that news?! You idiots!”

Damien hurled his phone at the wall, the screen shattering into pieces. The meeting room—normally cold and pristine—now felt like an execution chamber. The air itself seemed heavy with his fury. No one dared to lift their head.

“All the media outlets are saying I slept with Rosemary!” he shouted, veins bulging at his neck. “They’re saying I trapped her for that damn contract! Do you think I’ll just sit quietly?!”

His assistant, Leo, swallowed nervously. “M-Mr. Damien, we’ve contacted several media sources for clarification. They said the article—”

“The article’s already viral, Leo!” Damien roared, cutting him...