The next day, Bruce woke up to his agent and publicist banging down on his door.
“This is a disaster,” Mike said, not looking happy. “This is going to be a PR nightmare.” He stabbed his finger on the screen of his tablet as he scrawled from one article to another. Bruce sighed, feeling a headache coming on. The news of what happened yesterday was everywhere. His and Larissa’s pictures were plastered on every social media site with the details of everything that happened published – from the kidnapping to Larissa’s sister’s arrest. Bruce couldn’t believe it. Someone leaked the news to all the sites. It was a disaster. He wrapped his arm around Larissa, pulling her close.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to work after this,” Larissa said, leaning into him. She was right. She couldn’
