Jasmine
“We’re meeting someone,” Sebastian said, his voice cutting through the sudden silence in the car. He reached forward and entered a series of coordinates into Laura’s GPS.
Laura glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing as she navigated a tight turn. “The Glasshouse? Sebastian, that place is going to be packed at this hour. Anyone could see us.”
“That is exactly the point,” Sebastian replied smoothly. He leaned back against his seat, completely relaxed. “They’ve spun a dozen different lies about Jasmine on television. If we waste time refuting them, it just becomes an endless back-and-forth with the press. We don’t deny the rumors. We give them something bigger.”
Laura and I both turned to look at him at the exact same time, our faces blank with confusion.
“Huh?”
“Wait, let me
