Chapter 162

Sophie's POV In the New York. I've spent days without seeing Ryan. Sure, his schedule was always some big mystery, but I've been to the executive floor twice now without even catching a whisper about where he might be. Something's definitely off. Standing in the break room, sipping coffee with a scowl on my face, I overheard two colleagues gossiping nearby. My fingers tightened around the mug as I tried to look casual while eavesdropping. "Have you seen that news story? The face is blurred but that's definitely Mr. Blackwood standing there." "Yeah, I saw it before they took it down. Good thing I saved the photo or I wouldn't have proof now." My eyebrow arched instinctively. Blurred face? Mr. Blackwood? My pulse quickened immediately. "What are you ladies talking about?" I asked, slipping into their conversation with my sweetest smile. Break rooms have always been gossip goldmines, and while I normally wouldn't lower myself to chatting up these entry-level nobodies, I needed allies now