Kayla
I burst through the doors, catching Damien at his desk scrolling through emails.
"Is this what you meant by attention?" I tossed the iPad onto his desk. It landed right in front of him with a loud thud.
His eyebrows creased as he picked it up. He scanned the headlines for a few seconds. "Wow," he muttered. "They're vicious."
I couldn't believe his reaction. "Is that all you have to say? 'They're vicious'?" I started pacing the room, biting my nails nervously. "It's my reputation on the line here! Do you know what this could do to my family? My career? Everyone thinks I'm just a gold digger!"
"I'll take care of it, Kayla," he said in the calmest voice that seemed to infuriate me even more. "I’ll talk to the press and have the headlines controlled. Don't worry."
"And how do you
