The PR Guru and The Predator

d and human train wreck, was my latest client. Domestic violence, a mountain of cocaine, the usual

," the firm I co-owned with my

front of my desk. Her eyes were wide, hungry. "Rex Donovan. If I cou

dance in. "Chloe," I said, my voice flat, "this isn't a spilled latte at an awards s

"You just don't thi

e one wrong step detonates a global scandal and possibly send

owing to go overseas, find some "real stories" as a freelance journalist in a war-torn

off. I had

bomb, Chloe Sanders presumed dead. A pang of something, m

carefully curated soundbites to the press. I didn't get him acquitted of public opinion, but I downgraded his image from "monster" to "deeply troubled artist with a

child, our child. Life felt... settled. Almost peaceful. T

Ethan made me tasted stra

a chair. My apar

ont of me, a predatory

was there.

like he was commenting on the weather. He gestured

old. "Ethan...

w, guttural sound.

ne to that shithole country. She wouldn't be dead." He turned to Rex. "And your reputation? It wouldn't just

death, Ethan! There were photos, hospital reco

han's words. He clearly believed this new narrative. He gr

ed him! Chloe saw it! Ava buried it! She wanted you to stay just damaged enough so she c

sy. But Rex, his mind already a swamp o

anced

For my baby.

me. He made sure I knew he was killing my child

ed in, my last sight

d out, blood f

h, so determined to keep that case from Chloe, she wouldn't have run off to get

kne

, a

o

air. Sunlight streamed through the window.

ate. It was the day. The day Chloe Sanders

, pl

there, eyes wide, ex

as