14 - No RegretsDamonI scrolled through the tabloid, my jaw clenching at the pictures of me and Summer. I had already sued the photographer and the reporter with defamation, and even though they took the article down, she was trending on all the social media. Of course, they didn’t target me because I’m a rich, white man, but they were calling her slurs here and there and I hated it. Someone knocked on the door and entered before I could reply. “I’m here to be the ambassador of Moore,” the woman said, keeping her hand on her hips as she strutted in. Rahul, my assistant, winced at me. “I’m sorry. I told her not to enter, but she didn’t listen.”
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