His chest tightened with fury. The narrative was calculated. This is no accident. His mind immediately landed on one name: Evans. The bastard had orchestrated this smear. Winn's reputation was his empire.
"Motherf—" Winn cut himself off, pacing across the floor. "We need to do damage control immediately. If this spreads unchecked, I won't be surprised if I get a call from the investors today."
"This isn't good, Reese," Winn muttered, rubbing his temple. He hated being cornered. "And dammit, when is Joey's vacation going to end?"
Finally, Winn straightened, resolve snapping into place. He slung his leather bag over his shoulder. "I'll drive myself to work today," he said, steel replacing frustration. He jabbed a finger toward Reese. "You go pick up Miss Morales. Get her to the office now. It's going to be a busy day."
Reese gave a short nod. He knew how much Winn leaned on his secretary lately, how often her name lingered on his tongue.
