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!"

fight, but she sure as hell wouldn't back down from one. If someone dared

injury trended yesterday, they kicked off

Facebook, apologizing but throwing shade at Noah, which only fired up Noah's fans more, sparking another round of clashes with Ernest's fans. The PR

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

Phoebe's eye contact was

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

end, whether fans truly liked celebs or just craved a sense

orders, the PR team hired a bunch of trolls to wage an online war against Noah's haters, who quickly went into

storm left Ernest scolded, and he faked

it and was fuming over

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

away, "Vanessa, I'll try to talk some sense

passed the buck to

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

which was slightly open, and heard Taylor's voice inside. Madison pushed

leaning against the headboard, looking a bit better than yesterday.

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

her eyes scanning the room. She saw Taylor and

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

got the nerve to

at?" Vanessa shot Sandra

stabbed Theodore said you were behind it. Is that true?" Sandra's

gaze was so complicated earlier; he suspected her too? Vanessa