Cruz was pacing the hotel room aware he was on the cusp of losing everything.
His PR manager was on the phone and her silence was telling.
“What did we lose?”
“Nothing yet, Cruz. Our team is on it but the paparazzi, which the hotel was doing so well to keep out of the resort managed to get multiple shots of Ms. Brookmore getting into a vehicle with Mr. Bartoli. There are pictures of them getting out of the vehicle to have breakfast together and his hand is on her low back. It looks intimate.”
“f**k,” he mumbled.
“We can pass it off as a business breakfast but what kind of business your fiancée, a bestselling author, is doing with a man who runs casinos all over the world as a front for his mob activities is going to take some creativity to spin.”
“This is a nightmare.” He knew in hi
