The PR Guru and The Predator

the goddamn hell are you doing?!" he roared, striding towards me. "Those are company property!

ilt to my lips. "Ethan, darling, you can't fire someone who has already quit." I let the file drop from my fingers into the still-whirring machine. "Consider this my

m my desk and my jacket

et out a smug little laugh. "She's just jealous," she said, loud enough for the entire

rtly. "Good riddance. We don't need that kind of unprofessiona

g farewell symphony. As the elevator doors closed, I could hear Chloe excitedly outlining her "brilliant" plan to Ethan

. Rex Donovan wasn't just a client; he was a ticking time bomb w

fective today, I am no longer representing Rex Donovan or affiliated with Vance & Miller PR. I wish

together at USC, before I'd defected to the dark side of PR. He was now an investigative reporter for

victim's side. Isabelle Hayes. Her story is way, way worse than what's been made public. She's terrified. Rex has threatened her famil

'd focused solely on Rex, my client. Isabelle Hayes h

eet me. One hour.

abelle's bruised face, swollen lip. Screenshots of texts from Rex, vile, threatening. And then, a muffled audio file. Isabelle's ter

lem and a temper. This was calculated, sadistic abuse. In my pre

horror of my complic

hings would