“What the actual fuck?”

     Peyton looked at Cassie in the hope that her sister could explain what the hell had just happened. She didn't even get a chance to mention Chloe’s charity. The entire interview had been hijacked. She should have known better than to trust this sleazy excuse for a news program.

     “Devious pieces of shit,” Cassie muttered under her breath.

     She looked around spotted the producer and took off after him, leaving Peyton standing there. With a sigh, Peyton fished out her phone and switched it back on, regretting it as her phone blew up with text messages and notifications.

     “Fuck my life,” she muttered.

     Shouldering her bag,...