"You’re hurting my company’s image. We can provide a revised statement with accurate information. Please remove it."
"Sir." The editor said calmly, "We verified the source. The article stays."
"Damn it!" Sylvester slammed the phone down.
Each failed attempt only worsened the burn in his chest. It felt like he was chasing smoke, watching his reputation slip right through his fingers.
His secretary peeked in again, cautious. "Sir, the media’s now at the front gate. They want a statement."
Sylvester pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell them I’m unavailable. No comments."
His secretary nodded and disappeared again.
Sylvester leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. He remembered Georgia’s expression, calm and collected, like a queen who was returning to claim her throne.
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