Morning in Manhattan usually begins with the comforting aroma of coffee and the faint sound of distant car horns that resemble the melody of the city. But for Scarlett, this morning feels like a free fall into a bottomless abyss. The sunlight that slips through the gap in the penthouse curtains no longer feels warm. Instead, it feels like a spotlight meant to intimidate, ready to expose every inch of her life before millions of watching eyes.
Scarlett reaches for the phone lying on the nightstand with trembling hands. For a moment she hopes that what happened at Teterboro Airport yesterday was nothing more than a long nightmare. But the moment the screen lights up, that hope shatters instantly.
Hundreds. No, thousands of notifications flood her screen.
