Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 83

Like he had every right to be there-

Was the last person I ever expected to see in this office.

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+15 PS

Control

Lilia POV

“–we don’t wait for public reaction,” I said,, “we shape it before it becomes a narrative.”

My team nodded on the conference call.

Pens moving.

Tablets tapping.

Then the door opened.

I didn’t turn immediately.

I rarely do.

Clients walk in all the time.

Late. Early. Nervous. Arrogant.

It’s all the same.

“Mr. Ashton,” my assistant said softly from behind him. “Welcome.”

Ashton.

Right. 1

I turned my head.

And everything in my body… paused.

Not visibly.

Not dramatically.

Just… internally.

Because standing there- 1

Was Dave.

For a second, I almost lost it.

Not in a crying way.

Not in a breakdown way.

Just that brief, dangerous moment where your brain forgets what version of you is supposed to be present.

But five years is a long time to train control.

So I smiled.

That same professional smile I give every client.

Measured.

+15 P

“When two independent sources point toward the same narrative, even if both are unreliable, the public doesn’t ask if it’s true,” I said. “They ask why it sounds consistent.”

I let that sit for a second.

Then continued.

“Right now, your name is sitting in the middle of two stories. Cyn and Iny. Both messy. Both loud. Both damaging.”

I flipped to the next page. 1

“Your current PR approach,” I said, “is reactive. Containment. Suppression. Redirect.”

A small pause.

“It’s not working.”

I looked at him briefly.

Then back at the document.

“Because this kind of story doesn’t die from silence,” I said. “It grows in it.”

+15 P1.5

I stood up.

Walked to the screen.

Clicked.

Slides came up.

Clear. Simple. Direct.