Chapter 13 The Media

• The silence in Leo’s penthouse office was usually the sound of focused work, the quiet hum of ambition. But tonight, it was a different kind of quiet. It was a heavy, thoughtful one, broken only by the occasional clink of ice in Fred’s whiskey glass. The city lights twinkled outside, a detached backdrop to the drama unfolding.
• "You know," Leo said, breaking the silence as he sipped from his glass of whiskey, "I really think something’s fishy going on between Jayden and Elena."
• Fred raised a brow. “Like what?”