The sound of hushed whispers filled the marbled lobby as Cathleen strode through the revolving doors of her law firm. Her heels clicked sharply, a metronome to the undercurrent of scandal that thrummed in the air. "Oh my God, have you seen the headlines?" The receptionist's voice sliced through the murmurs.

Cathleen's gaze swept across the reception, where eyes darted and papers rustled with feigned nonchalance.

"What headlines?" A worker feigned ignorance, grasping at the bait.

"The billionaire playboy—that handsome bachelor everyone has been wanting to know if he's married or not?" The receptionist's voice quivered with the thrill of gossip.

"Ah, Mr. Knight... on headlines about rape." Disbelief laced...