The way she said nice made it sound like a terminal diagnosis.
I leaned back again. Processed what she'd actually said underneath all the corporate speak and control issues.
She was worried. About me. About what would happen if the internet decided to care about who I was.
Which meant I needed to make this very clear very fast.
"Listen. I took Cassidy to get bubble tea because she looked like she wanted to throw herself into traffic. That's it. There's no secret romance. No ulterior motives. Just one person helping another person not have a complete breakdown." I held Vivienne's stare. "And I'm not going to stop doing that because photographers exist."
"Then you're a liability."
"Then fire me."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"What?"
"You heard me. If helping your sister when she's upset makes me a liability, then terminate my contract. I'll sign whatever paperwork. We'll both move on."
