Chapter 78

• Nathan’s pov
• The morning meeting was running late, and I found myself staring blankly at the board members clustered around the table. Proposals, marketing strategies, product pipelines—I could recite them by memory. But none of it mattered. My mind was elsewhere.
• I opened my phone under the table, scrolling through emails, half-listening to the chatter on projection screens. I was about to hand over the floor when I paused. The news notification glowed at the top: “Claire Von Augsburg trending: ‘Bar Slut’ scandal explodes.”