#Chapter 118: Media Storms

The sun was dipping below the horizon as I walked out of the office building. I had endured another grueling day at work, battling nosy co-workers and an all too invested boss. As I approached the parking lot, I couldn't wait to escape the suffocating atmosphere and head back to the sanctuary of my apartment. But as I turned the corner and spotted my car, my heart sank, and my steps faltered. There, in bold and viciously red spray paint, the word "whore" adorned every inch of my car's windows. Fury boiled up inside me like a volcano about to erupt, and I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white. "What the hell?" I muttered to myself, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief. Without thinking, I stormed over to my defaced car, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. As I stood there, my phone buzzed insistently in my bag. I pulled it out, and Aria's name lit up the screen. I answered the call with a voice quivering with rage. "Aria," I spat out, "you won't believe what