Forbidden Passion

Chapter 645 Awake

Superstar Entertainment had three whole floors in the building, decked out with all the bells and whistles, making it one of the top dogs among the new entertainment companies.

Phoebe strolled into the office, and Lori hustled in with a tablet, dropping a document in front of her. "Ms. Ziegler, we nabbed this rumor-spreader online yesterday. He's been talking smack about Noah. The PR team wants to know if you wanna hit him with a lawyer's letter as a warning."

Phoebe skimmed the document, her brow furrowing. "Pass the evidence to the legal team and let them handle it."

Lori nodded, "Got it. Also, Ms. Watson called. She wants to chat about a new variety show over lunch. You free?"

"Tell her I'm in. Anything else?" Phoebe asked.

Lori continued, "Alfonso called. Noah's down with a nasty cold and won't be in for a few days. Good timing to dodge the reporters camped outside."

"Sick?" Phoebe recalled Noah's call last night. His voice did sound off; she figured he was just in a funk.

"Yeah, he's got a bad cold."

Phoebe pursed her lips, "Alright. Tell all department heads to meet in Conference Room 2 at 9:30. No excuses for being late."

"Yes, ma'am," Lori turned to leave but hesitated at the door. "Ms. Ziegler, Ernest's fans are going after Noah online, saying he's bullying newbies 'cause he's a senior."

Phoebe looked up, "Do I need to spell out how to handle this? If needed, hire some trolls to mess with them."

Lori grinned, "Got it!"

wouldn't back down from one. If someone dared to

his injury trended yesterday, they kicked off a

which only fired up Noah's fans more, sparking another round of clashes with Ernest's

were being unreasonable. After getting roasted, Noah's fans were totally pissed.

contact was sweet, but now

Noah to be some love-struck fool. He was still young and shouldn't be

whether fans truly liked celebs or just craved a sense of power

the PR team hired a bunch of trolls to wage an online war

he faked being sick to

and was fuming

gonna do down the line? If he can't cut it, we'll find someone who can." Vanessa's voice was

"Vanessa, I'll try to talk some sense into him again. He's

herself, passed

hanging up, Vanessa grabbed a fruit basket and headed out of the elevator, making a beeline for the hospital room. She'd been

room door, which was slightly open, and heard Taylor's voice inside. Madison pushed the door open and walked

against the headboard, looking a

eyes darkened, and he spoke coldly, "What are you doing

She saw Taylor and Sandra sitting on either side of

placed the fruit basket on the bedside table and said, "Theodore, how you feeling

Fitzroy, you still got the nerve to

you getting at?" Vanessa shot Sandra

said you were behind it. Is that true?"

complicated earlier; he