The comments section was updating in real time.

People were outraged.

They were calling Victoria a monster.

They were calling Alexander a victim of his own family’s greed.

The narrative Victoria had spent years building was falling apart in seconds.

“This is a disaster,” Victoria whispered.

She turned to her security guards.

“Get the car,” she ordered.

“We need to get to the office immediately.”

“The lawyers need to issue a statement.”

“There will be no statement,” Alexander said.

“I am going to tell the truth.”

“You will do no such thing,” Victoria said, her voice rising.

“You will ruin the company’s stock.”

“The board will fire you by nightfall if you align yourself with this woman.”

“Let them,” Alexander said.

He walked past her toward the elevator.

“Alexander!” she called out.

He did not look back.

He held the elevator door open for me.

“Come on, Emma,” he said.

“We need to get the boys.”

I hurried past Victoria, keeping my eyes down.

I could feel her gaze burning into my back.

We stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, cutting off her voice.