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"Yes, you can. We're going to war, and I need you where I can protect you."
Bennett raises an eyebrow at my tone, but I don't care.
"Find me something to bury Maya with," I tell Logan. "I want her destroyed by end of day."
"On it," he says, but I’m already moving. If Maya thinks she can characterize the woman I love as the villain, she’s about to learn what a real narrative looks like.
CHAPTER 24
Serena
The reporters are still outside my building when Caleb arrives, double-parking his Jaguar like the rules don't apply to billionaire lawyers on rescue missions.
"Don't stop, don't look at them, don't say a word," he instructs over the phone as I make my way down. "Just get in the car."
The second I exit the building, they swarm.
"Ms. Morgan! Did you sell Luminous secrets to Radiance?"
"How long have you been planning this?"
"Is it true Maya Bolton turned you in because you harassed her?—"
I shove my sunglasses on, keep my head down, and walk faster. Someone grabs my arm. I yank free, my heart pounding so hard I think I might throw up right here on the sidewalk. I scan for Caleb but the crowd walls me in. There's a guy with a camera practically in my face, the flash going off so fast it leaves me blind and stumbling.
"Serena, do you have a comment?—"
"Back off," I snap, shooting him my fiercest glare. My whole body is screaming fight or flight, and I can't tell which one's winning.
Then Caleb is suddenly there, bigger and more solid than anyone else in the chaos. His arm wraps around my waist like a lifeline. "Move," he commands, and his voice is so cold the reporters actually step back.
He guides us through the wall of bodies, shielding me as cameras shove in from every angle.
"Were you stealing Maya Bolton's ideas and passing them off as your own?" someone yells. "Is there any truth to the sexual harassment allegations?"
"What?" I jerk my head up. Oh god, it’s not just my career anymore—they’re attacking who I am. What the hell has Maya been saying about me?
"My client has no comment," Caleb barks. "Any further harassment will be met with legal action."
We break through to the curb where his car waits. He opens the door, practically lifts me in, then slams it shut. He's in the driver's seat and pulling away before they can regroup.
"My client?" I ask once we're clear.
"Would you prefer 'my girlfriend who I'm probably moving too fast with but don't care because I'm completely gone for her'?"
"Client's shorter."
"More professional too." He reaches over, squeezes my hand. "You OK?"
"I packed a bag." I gesture to the backpack I'd tossed in back. "Three days' worth of clothes. Is that enough?"
"We'll figure it out. Logan's close to something. This will be over soon."
"And if it's not?"
"Then we'll buy you more clothes." He glances at me. "Or you could just wear mine. I'm particularly fond of you in my Harvard shirt."
"That's not appropriate courtroom attire."
