Chapter 4

The moment I ended the last shareholder call, the office door burst open.

Brantley stormed in, his face thunderous. He planted both hands on my desk, his voice sharp with accusation. "Claire! What the hell is happening with the trending topics?

"Why isn't PR containing this? Handle it. Now."

I spent 1.5 million dollars boosting those tags. No way was I letting anyone take them down.

I looked up, letting exhaustion show on my face. "Brantley, don't panic. I already have a plan."

He frowned, thrown by my calm. "What plan?"

"We stage a divorce," I said evenly. "We hold…