Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 57

What kind of suffering did she endure to be so dismissive when recounting these experiences?

"In the future, if anyone hurts you, I won’t let them get away with it," I tell her.

She pats my hand. Treating me very much like the younger brother she professes me to be.

And that pisses me off.

But I know better. I’ve gotten close to her and I’ve seen how she responds to me.

She might try to keep me at arm’s length, but we are far past that.

“Jay, I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself. Don't keep saying stuff like that.” She smothers a yawn. “Hurry up and eat." She smiles at me. “I’m ready for bed.”

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LILY

The incident with Grace has indeed been blown out of proportion. It’s all over the fucking internet.

I’m trending on multiple social media sites and it’s taking almost a dozen people on my PR team to field the inquiries and squash the haters.

There are simply too many sites and too many people talking about the event.

And while my people can bribe some news outlets, there are simply too many and the scene of her standing at the roadway while an entire dumpster of garbage was opened and sorted…that was what was sweeping the world and trending.

Damn it!

Between the missing ring and speculation of what it cost and looked like, and the sanitation workers going through the trash looking for it, there was more than enough fodder to keep people talking.

The corresponding images were especially publicized. In it, I’m dressed like I’m ready to walk down Rodeo Drive. Lux heels, Hermes bag. 3 carat diamond earrings. Rolex watch. And my friggin’ Maserati key chain in my hands.

The stark imagery of me, in glam mode, compared to a slew of minimum wage workers who are literally sorting through trash… it is NOT a good look.

I knew it was going to take a bad turn the moment I saw my fans and the spectators whipping out their cell phones.

Such a contrast immediately generated the ire of many. I’m being accused of being morally flawed and putting on airs.

The ‘rich bitch’ who watched while others labored.

There are even some online who stated, "She lost her own ring and still wanted the sanitation workers to find it!?! They have already been working hard sweeping the roads for the entire day. Why didn't she look through the rubbish herself?"

"So she's better than everyone just because she's a celebrity?"

"Who is she to hog the city's resources? She doesn't pay the sanitation workers' salaries. Why does she need so many people to help her look for a ring?"

Even with my fans working hard to clear my name, there is no stopping the flood of negative comments. There had been plenty of people at the scene and many of them had recorded videos of the incident and uploaded them online.

It’s a PR nightmare!

"Why can't the top search be taken down?" I scream.

"There's nothing we can do. I don't know what's wrong with these key influencers. We’re reaching out and asking them to stop posting. We’re offering to compensate them. But they just aren't willing to take down all of the related content."

“This is absurd!” I shout. “Offer them more money!”

“We have,” my manager says. “And we have to be careful not to push too hard because that could blow up in our faces too. We don’t want them to start saying that we’re trying to buy them or silence them. Free speech and all that.” There’s some rustling on the other end of the phone as if he’s covering the mouthpiece. “Not for nothing, but if you’d called me immediately, instead of just your agent and publicist, I would’ve told you to keep your money and to lavish it on the workers. Or to forget about the ring and go buy a new one—it would’ve cost a fraction of what we’re spending now on damage control. Damn it, Lily, you could’ve spun this way better, if you’d rewarded those poor people or if you’d actually gotten your hands dirty yourself.”

I could have handled this better.

We come from two of the wealthiest and most powerful packs in this city. Even for humans who don’t know our true prowess, they still know that we move in higher circles. We’re untouchable. Everybody should be afraid of offending me, unless...