Third Person's POV
Vanya squinted against the flashbulbs, her brows knitting in annoyance.
Calvert noticed and stepped in. He released her hand and strode over to the photographers, his broad palm covering a lens as he murmured a few words.
The photographer paled and fled.
When Calvert returned, Vanya frowned. "What did you say to him?"
Calvert's lips curled into a cryptic smile. "I told him if he kept snapping, I might smash his camera and let rival media splash the story on the front page. His gear would be ruined, and he'd lose his scoop—not a great way to stay in journalism."
Vanya was left speechless.
She'd pegged Calvert as sly and strategic, and this only confirmed it.
Cliff, spotting Vanya and Calvert's closeness, furrowed his brow.
Elliot, alerted by security, rushed in,
