‘The favored ones always seem to get away with everything,’ Stella thought.
He was sure he had her trapped. They'd had a child together, and she still had feelings for him. That was why he treated her with such reckless abandon.
Suddenly, Haynes' phone buzzed in his pocket. It was his assistant, Benson, on the line. "Mr. O'Brien, we've got a problem!"
Haynes furrowed his brow. "What got you so worked up?"
"There's a flood of videos online that are bad for Ms. Pearce. We can’t seem to suppress them..."
Haynes' voice turned icy, "Didn't I instruct you to lock down all information from the press conference, including videos and live streams?"
Benson's voice quivered. "The on-site info is locked down tight. Nothing's getting out. But the source of these videos is not from the press conference."
Haynes snapped, "Then where are they from?"
"The videos are playing on every digital billboard across the city. There’s no way to pull them down quickly." Benson's voice almost broke, "And it’s not just Ms. Pearce in the videos. Mr. O'Brien, you’re in them, too."
Benson couldn't bring himself to tell Haynes that the videos were everywhere, not just on billboards but also in subways, buses, and elevators. The city was in chaos.
While a press conference could have gone viral online, reaching those always plugged in, these billboards differed. Everyone from the older folks walking their dogs to kids on their way to school could see them. It was a no-holds-barred assault.
Stella had outdone herself this time!
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