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Xander’s jaw tightened. “If you saw what was on Facebook today, you’d—”

“I saw,” I snapped, “but this isn’t the solution. You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”

He shook his head at me, but I ignored him, stepping closer to Isaiah. I rested my hand on his shoulder, forcing a smile. “Isaiah, honey, could you tell us who else you spoke to about what you saw? It would really help us get to the bottom of that post.”

Beside me, Xander scoffed and threw his hands up in exasperation. “You asked him the same damn thing I did, but you just wrapped it up with a sweet, southern bow.”

“Tone matters.” Turning back to Isaiah, I softened my expression. “Is there any way Marco, the WWTV producer, could have heard about this?”

Isaiah furrowed his brows. “I don’t even know him. And I don’t think Imani or Ezra would have told him, either.”

“Who the fuck are—”

I squeezed Xander’s arm to cut him off. “Who are those people, Isaiah?”

“The other interns I told. But that’s it. Just them and Xander.”

I nodded, processing this new information. “Okay. Did you tell anyone in your family?”

Isaiah swallowed. “No.”

“What about your uncle?” Xander asked.

He shook his head, “No. He’s in Florida.”

Taking a step back, I let my hand drop from Isaiah’s shoulder. I ran through the list of names of everyone who knew about therelationship: Olivia, Meghan, Xander, Chase, Isaiah, and these two other interns.

Whoever made that post had a personal vendetta against Graham or me. Or both of us. I couldn’t see an intern or one of their parents posting something like that.

Unless…

“Olivia’s mom,” I whispered.

“I didn’t tell Olivia,” Isaiah said, holding up his hands in innocence. He swallowed. “I swear.”

“I know you didn’t,” I said, shaking my head at him. “And it doesn’t matter, anyway. You’re not in trouble, Isaiah. I’m sorry Xander here cornered you.”

Isaiah gave a little nod, still looking like he wished he could melt through the floor. I turned, motioning for Xander to follow me as I made my way up the stairs toward Graham’s office.

That post wasn’t just a leak. It felt like an attack. Whoever made that post wanted to take Graham and me down. Would Andrea have any reason for that? From the way Graham spoke of her, she didn’t seem like a vindictive type, but what if she was holding some resentment toward him?

Xander fell into step beside me, and we made our way through the hall on the second floor in the direction of Graham’s office. “Who are you thinking is behind that post?”

“Marco, or Graham’s ex-wife,” I answered.

“Marco? Really?”

“He’s not very fond of Graham.”

“Okay, I could see him doing something to damage Graham’s career, but he wouldn’t drag your reputation down with it.” As we passed a cardboard box overflowing with lost-and-found leftovers from the elementary kids, he reached in without even slowing down, pocketing a keychain flashlight. “What about Graham’s ex-wife?”

We heard footsteps around the corner, and a second later, Graham came into view, his daughter trailing behind him. My stomach fluttered. His suit jacket was gone, his sleeves were rolled up, and he scowled at Xander like he’d heard what he’d just said.

“What was that?”

Xander licked his lips. “Nothing.”

Graham turned his attention toward me and stepped closer, his face softening. “Are you okay?”

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