#Chapter 73: Girls’ Night Out

Agnes The design room still felt as stifling as it had the very first day I had walked in here. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, and my heart was pounding faster than ever. It was everywhere. Somehow, someone had managed to snap a picture of me and Elijah in the midst of an… intimate moment. And now, photographs of me being groped in my lacy pink bra were all over the internet. I had to tell Elijah about this. He would know what to do. The designers scattered like startled pigeons as I turned on my heel, my heart hammering in my chest all the way up to Elijah’s office. He looked up from his desk as I walked in without knocking, his brow furrowing immediately at my stormy expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, setting aside his pen. I handed him my phone, and he scrolled through the pictures in silence. His jaw tightened, but his gaze flicked to me with the same unshakeable calm he always seemed to exude. “I’ll take care of it.” “Eli