Alaric
I scoffed, defensively folding my arms across my chest. "I was literally just taking a swim. I don't understand why a multi-million dollar company is throwing a tantrum over that."
"Well, it didn't look like a casual swim to anyone else," she countered sharply. "Which is exactly why the brand management crew has made an executive decision. Both of you are required to do a joint live stream together tonight. You need to show the fans that everything is fine and that whatever happened on the beach was just a massive misunderstanding."
I groaned even louder, the sound echoing off the walls. "A live stream? With that obnoxious, annoying brat? There is absolutely no way in hell."
There was a certainty in my chest—there was no way I could face Nico right now after the look he had given me.
No way.
"You don't have a choice, Alaric. It is the only solution to fix the PR damage. Because from the video's framing, it also looks like you were the main instigator of the fight."
