Third Person's POV
Holly knew exactly what Vivian was fishing for. She'd seen the influencer's frantic attempts to kill the stream, and frankly, she wasn't buying it.
"Oh, come on, Miss Davis," Holly said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You seemed so happy posting about Alpha Mortimer on your socials earlier. Since he didn't seem to mind then, I'm sure he won't mind a little more screen time now."
She reached out and gave Vivian's shoulder a reassuring pat. "Relax. He's a handsome man. We'll make sure he looks good on camera."
Vivian's face went through three shades of red before settling on a sickly purple.
She knew Holly's standing in the media world—the woman was untouchable. Threats wouldn't work here.
"Are you cutting the feed or not?" Vivian hissed.
"That's a hard no
