Damien POV
The city blurred past my windows as I drove through red lights and broke every speed limit I'd ever pretended to respect. My lawyer answered on the second ring, his voice carrying that careful, measured tone he always used when he knew I was about to ask for something expensive.
"Kill the story," I said before he could finish his greeting, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. "I don't care what it costs."
"Mr. Blackwood, perhaps we should discuss the most effective approach" Thompson started, but I cut him off.
"I said I don't care." I swerved around a taxi that had the audacity to follow traffic laws. "Buy the newspaper if you have to. Threaten legal action. Burn the building down for all I care. That story doesn't run."
"I'll handle it." The sound of papers rustling came through the phone. "But sir, if the information is already circulating beyond this one source"
