Agnes
The design room still felt as stifling as it had the very first day I had walked in here. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, and my heart was pounding faster than ever.
It was everywhere. Somehow, someone had managed to snap a picture of me and Elijah in the midst of an… intimate moment. And now, photographs of me being groped in my lacy pink bra were all over the internet.
I had to tell Elijah about this. He would know what to do.
The designers scattered like startled pigeons as I turned on my heel, my heart hammering in my chest all the way up to Elijah’s office. He looked up from his desk as I walked in without knocking, his brow furrowing immediately at my stormy expression.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, setting aside his pen.
I handed him my phone,
