Jasmine
I didn’t even knock. I slammed Laura’s office door open so hard the glass rattled in its frame, brandishing the tablet in my hand like a weapon.
“Have you seen this?!” I demanded, marching straight to her desk and shoving the screen inches from her face. “The internet has officially lost its collective mind!”
The interview and photoshoot had dropped exactly two hours ago, and the media hadn’t just covered them—they had gone completely feral.
“Look at this, Laura!” I scrolled frantically, my cheeks burning hotter with every refresh. “They are literally breaking down our body language like we’re a serial killer duo starring in some f*****g crime show. Look at this tweet: ‘The way Sebastian’s shoulder brushes hers at 04:12? That is not corporate synergy. That is raw tension. I’m s
