New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 345 Taste of Her Own Medicine

Claire cursed under her breath as her car rolled to a stop at the entrance of Metacortex. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of the mass of journalists crowded around the front entrance. She didn't need this today. Not after everything that had already happened. She could see their cameras, microphones, and eager faces all craning to get a shot of her, hungry for a reaction, for a statement.

"Perfect," she muttered sarcastically.

She had no choice. She'd have to get out of the car. There was no way around it. But as soon as she opened the door, Metacortex security stepped in, forming a protective barrier between her and the vultures. Well, they looked like vultures to her in that moment. As soon as Claire stepped out of the car, she could hear the loud clamor of voices crashing over her.

"Claire! Claire! What's your take on the scandal with Alexander Harris?"

"Is Metacortex going to cut ties with him?"

"Do you think the company will survive the bad press?"

Claire kept her head down, determined not to let them see her face. She wasn't going to give them anything. Not a single reaction. She just walked, head down, eyes focused on the building ahead, while security blocked the crowd, guiding her inside. Once she was safely through the doors and the noise was muffled by the walls, she let out a long, shaky breath.

"I hate the press," she mumbled to herself, catching a glance of the journalists still lingering outside, hoping for another shot. "Like, what do they expect me to say?"

Shaking her head, Claire headed straight for the elevators. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she slid her card through the reader and jabbed the button for her office floor. As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, she leaned back against the cool wall and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm her nerves.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and Claire straightened herself, striding out with purpose. She wasn't in the mood for any more nonsense today. Pushing open her office door with more force than she intended, she marched in and found Matthew lounging on the couch. "We need to do something," she announced in a sharp, business-like tone.

Matthew, startled, looked up from his phone. "Uh, hello to you too, Claire," he said, blinking in confusion. He quickly sat up, his phone forgotten on the couch. "What's going on? Do what?"

Claire was pacing now, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "Alexander. This whole ridiculous situation. The press is hounding me, asking for my thoughts, and I can't even go anywhere without getting ambushed." She paused and shot him a look. "It's all over the news. The video of him yelling at that employee is trending."

Matthew stood up, now fully alert. "Wait, wait-who's behind this? How did it even blow up?"

Claire stopped pacing, crossed her arms, and looked Matthew dead in the eye. "Claudia Wright."

an apology video, like, a few hours ago?

and now we're all caught in the middle of it. This video resurfacing?

process everything. "So... what do you want

to him, her eyes narrowing in determination. "I need your help. We've got to find something on Claudia Wright. Something

eyebrow. "Blackmail? Claire, this really isn't your problem. Why are you getting involved in

going to handle this? The man can barely go five minutes without arguing with someone. Waiting for him to

scratched his head. "Okay, but...

She threw her hands up in frustration. "Claudia's the type

you want. It's been a while since I've done things like this." Matthew looked

deep down, you enjoying this aren't you?" Matthew flashed Claire

see if there's anything we can

done with people like Claudia thinking they can just do whatever they want and get away with it.

what I can find. But we're going to need something solid if we're really going to take her

her eyes hard with determination. "Don't worry. I have a feeling Claudia's hiding something. No one's as perfect as she pretends to

sank into

at her desk, her eyes glued to her screen. She leaned to dig up anything

in, trying

she'd been obsessively crafting a new, polished

about to

for hours, combing through Claudia's digital life, looking for any footprint she might have left behind. Claire's fingers tapped rhythmically on her keyboard as

Twitter account. It was set

chuckled, shaking his

as she's about to look. Let's see how long it takes for her to

anything that could paint the perfect picture of hypocrisy. It was almost too easy-she had spent so much time trying to erase her past, that she probably assumed no one would be able to

sat up straighter, his eyes

snapped

to her desk, his laptop clutched tightly in his