"For now," Ethan added casually, "just put the PR team on hold and don't accept any interviews."
"Right… okay," she whispered, sounding far calmer than before. "Thank you."
"Mm. I'll handle the rest."
"…I know."
They stayed on the line for another quiet second before she finally hung up.
Ethan set the phone down.
Then he pulled his screen back open.
Athena tilted her head.
{Are you planning to address the slander now?}
"Not yet."
He scrolled through the flood of negativity — the fake viral video, the false articles, the bots posing as experts.
It was all predictable.
But then, something new and completely unexpected showed up.
It was live post.
A woman sitting in a hospital room, tears running down her cheeks but she was smiling.
[VitaBand caught my husband's internal bleeding. He didn't even know he was sick. Doctors said another hour and he would've died. I don't care what anyone says, this device saved his life.]
