Billion Dollar Promises

couch, the screen's harsh glow illuminating he

as everywhere online, with a caption that was getting more and more vicious by the minute. "Billionaire's Mystery

this

atest fling? L

ed that spill

now one viral photo could undo it all. She flung her phone onto the coffee table, the sound echoing through th

ggest client: "Savannah, we need to talk about the bal

her mind racing for a response. What could she even say? She hesitated, then dropped the phone onto her lap. Before sh

eed to reconsider our contract." Her heart sank. Two clients in one night? She paced back and forth, her bare feet making soft slappin

speculation was even more vicious. Some called her a scorned ex, paid escort, manipulative seductress. A post claiming she had st

ing? DM us for a feature. She deleted it, her pulse racing. The internet had her name, her face, her life. She had built her business on hard work and discr

, and now her phone was blowing up, and her clients were bailing. Her gaze drifted to the bat by the couch, a pitiful de

ena's name flashed on the screen. Savannah

rn. "You see what they're saying about you and C

internet's running wild," Elena said, her voice softening. "They're calling you 'Champagne Cinderella

allery's threatening to pull out. This could ruin everything." She h

breath. "Damn. What

. "I can't afford to lose them. I've got

fered. Savannah chuckled weakly. "Thanks, but I need to get my head on straight

always do. But, Sav, this Carringto

filled with headlines: "Tech Titan Faces Takeover Rumors". "Carrington Industries Stock Dips Amid Scandal". And now, peppered among them, her photo. On

ness was hanging by a thread, and now she was tied to a billionaire's PR nightmare. She did

arrington seems distracted," one tweet noted, and another remarked about his recent public attention. His CFO, Marcus Tate, moved around the room with a purposeful stride. "Jax, we need to

his fingers drumming the

are jittery. Voss is whispering about a takeover, and this" he jabbed a finger at the pho

l at Voss Tech, had been sniffing around for months, buying up shares

need a statement by morning - something to spin this as a non-story. Maybe

von like a pro, all while staring him down like he was just another guy in her way. There was something about her th

id, standing. "Something that shuts

on Jaxson, calculating. "You sure t

. "I met her for five

ords, her heart racing. What did they know? Her business was falling apart, her reputation was in shambles online, and now someone was dredging up her dad's past. She stood up, pacing around her apartment, her bar