New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 342 The Video

Alexander leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen. The video of Claudia was right there, waiting to be watched again. He had already seen it three times, but something about it still nagged at him. Maybe it was the forced smile she plastered on her face or the way she almost rolled her eyes when she apologized. He wasn't sure. But whatever it was, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just another one of Claudia's games. The phone in his hand buzzed. Claire was calling.

"Claire," he answered, trying to keep his tone neutral.

"I got it," Claire said, her voice clipped and business-like as usual. "Claudia made the video and sent the letter. We'll upload it on Metacortex's social media."

Alexander nodded, though Claire couldn't see him. "Yeah, I figured you would. It's pretty polished for something so... last minute."

Claire didn't miss a beat. "Of course. We can't afford for this to get any messier than it already is."

Alexander couldn't help but wince. "Yeah, about that. You're sure this will smooth things over?"

"Alexander, I'm sure," Claire replied, her voice calm but firm. "But you need to make a statement as well. People are confused about what's happening. If you don't address it, they'll start speculating, and that's the last thing we need right now." He sighed. "Right. I'll put something together."

Claire didn't soften. "I hope this kind of mistake doesn't happen again, Alexander."

He clenched his jaw. The disappointment in her voice stung more than he'd like to admit. "I'll take care of it."

The line went silent for a moment, and then Claire said, "Good," before hanging up.

Alexander sat there for a while, staring at his phone, feeling... what? Sad? Disappointed? Maybe both. He did everything Claire asked him to, but it never seemed to be enough. No matter how hard he worked to clean up the messes or follow her lead, their relationship wasn't improving. She was always one step ahead of him, and he was stuck playing catch-up.

Shaking his head, he decided to pull up the video again. This time, he wasn't watching Claudia's stiff apology-he was reading the comments below it.

"Who is she???"

"Why is she even apologizing? Did I miss something?"

"This seems like a PR stunt..."

this privately, it's so

she's apologizing

fickle, and half of them didn't even

video with a cold, detached expression. She scrolled through the comments as well, but her focus was different. She wasn't amused by the confusion or the random compliments. She was analyzing every word, every

chair. Exactly, she thought.

office opened, and Matthew walked in, looking curious.

calm as ever, and nodded. "Yes. But she should've been more careful. This kind of

raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorway.

"No, she's not. And that's exactly why she's going to trip

small grin tugging at his lips. "Where are you

to brunch," Claire replied, slinging her bag over her

out here for a bit."

her eyes but smiled. "As if that's not

on his chest in mock offense. "Me?

heading for the door.

after her with

making a beeline for the exit. She could already spot them-two journalists, armed with notepads and microphones, hovering by

apology video?" one of

sedan. Without a word, she slid into the backseat and the car pulled away. As soon as they were out of sight, she let out a long breath, sinking into the leather

out her

Apology" was everywhere, and the comments were pouring in. Some were supportive, some tearing Claudia apart, and some just making jokes out of the whole ordeal. Claire chuckled to herself

drive to

stepped out of the car her heels clicking softly on the pavement.

a smiling hostess greeted her. "Good afternoon, do you

Peterson," she replied, still feeling the buzz from all the social media

way," the hostess said, leading her through the softly lit

as she was shown to a corner table near the window. She took her seat, and the hostess handed her a