Chapter 79

Fifteen minutes later I pulled the car up in front of the great Kevin Rivera's office. His assistant looked up, startled, as Luca and I rushed past her desk.

"Mr. Rivera, you can't go in there! Your father has asked not to be disturbed! Mr. Rivera!"

He was typing away on his laptop as we walked in and barely looked up before returning his gaze to the screen before him. Dressed in one of his power suits, one of the ones I know he usually reserved for days when he expected to be in the media's eye, with a red tie knotted perfectly around his neck and hair recently cropped short, every shiny strand in place, it was apparent that he had big plans for today.

So, while he sat straight as an arrow, with no remorse or apprehension for the blatant lie, for the slanderous garbage he had just released marking his features, I tried to gather some semblance of control. But fury pounded wildly through my veins; the pressure of it throbbed painfully between my temple. My jaw c