It was worse than she thought. Much worse.
Gianna's breath snagged in her throat as she took in the sight before her—a sea. An actual sea of reporters swarming outside the gleaming glass doors of Becketts Jewelries.
It looked like a crime scene, a movie premiere gone wrong. Microphones rose like spears. Cameras perched on shoulders like weapons poised for attack. Every face was hungry, predatory, desperate to carve a piece of her for themselves.
So… they knew. They knew she worked here now.
Through the windshield, she watched them pacing, prowling the sidewalk like restless wolves, phones pressed to their ears as they spoke in rapid, clipped tones. She could only imagine what they were saying, who they were summoning.
More reinforcements?
