IN LOVE WITH THE BOSS

y photos of her and Gavin leaving the afterparty together filled the screen. It was only a matter of time before someone figured out that she was the on

got back to her apartment, her phone was flooded with messages. Frank had called at least three times, each voicemail more frantic than the last. Frank: Call me NOW. Frank: What the hell happened? Frank: Leila, are you okay? She sank onto her couch and stared at the phone, debating whether to call him back. Before she could decide, there was a sharp knock at her door. "Leila! Open up!" Frank's voice was unmistakable. She groaned and walked to the door, unlocking it reluctantly. Frank burst in, his face a mix of concern and exasperation. "What the hell, Baker? First, you disappear after the gala, and now this?" He shoved his phone in her face, displaying the same damning article. "I know," she said weakly. "I saw it." Frank crossed his arms, studying her closely. "So? Are you going to tell me what really happened?" Leila hesitated, then blurted, "It was just one night, okay? We were both drunk, and... things got out of hand." Frank's eyes widened. "You slept with Gavin Hasters? Are you insane?" "Yes," she said miserably. "I must be." Frank groaned, pacing the small apartment. "Leila, do you have any idea what kind of mess you're in? The tabloids are going to eat this up. And if Adele Cooper decides to go nuclear..." He trailed off, his expression grim. "I know," she said, tears welling up. "I screwed up, Frank. I just... I don't know what to do." Frank sighed and sat beside her, patting her shoulder awkwardly. "Okay, first things first. Damage control. Has Gavin said anything about how he's going to handle this?" Before Leila could respond, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Gavin. "Answer it," Frank said. Leila hesitated, then pressed the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Leila," Gavin's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. "We need to me