Fiona had barely stepped into her apartment when her assistant came skidding down the hallway, phone clutched tight, face pale.
"Madam—th-the girls… they're being sued. They're begging for your help."
Her voice trembled enough to make Fiona freeze.
"What?" Fiona's eyes widened, dread sliding cold down her spine.
After the fiasco outside the studio she'd finally let herself relax, convinced the mess had been contained—Anna had publicly spared the girls and even Wilsmith had dropped the matter. But now—?
"How is that possible?" she demanded, heels clicking sharply as she strode forward. "Anna forgave them. Even Wilsmith did. Then who-"
The assistant shook her head, fumbling with her phone. "It's not Miss Anna or Director Wilsmith. They're both unaware. The charge… it came from someone who hasn't revealed their name."
For a beat Fiona simply stared, stunned. Then she scoffed, a brittle laugh escaping.
