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."

like, a few hours ago? I thought she was all about making peace with everyone. Why would she do

sigh and shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know. But it looks like she's got some personal beef with Alexander, and now we're all caught in the middle of it. This video resurfacing? It's not just

"So... what

help. We've got to find something on Claudia Wright. Something we can use

raising an eyebrow. "Blackmail? Claire, this really isn't your problem. Why are you getting involved in this? Isn't this Alexander's mess to clean

Do you really think Alexander's going to handle this? The man can barely go five minutes without arguing with someone. Waiting for him to deal with Claudia is like waiting for snow in July. If I can get this sorted

his head.

eyes. "Well, what do you suggest, then? Send her a polite email asking her to stop ruining everything?" She threw her hands up in frustration. "Claudia's the type who only understands one thing leverage. If we don't find something to hold over her, she's just going to keep coming for us,

I've done things like this." Matthew looked slightly excited, and Claire found it

to be concerned but deep down, you

digging into her background, see

just do whatever

find. But we're going to need something solid if we're really going to take

hard with determination. "Don't worry. I have a feeling

into

over the keyboard. Across from him, Claire sat at her desk, her eyes glued to her screen. She leaned to

in, trying

Claudia had taken over as CEO, she'd been obsessively crafting a new, polished image, seemingly trying to scrub away any

about to let her get away

any footprint she might have left behind. Claire's fingers tapped rhythmically on her keyboard as she smirked. "Gotcha," she muttered under her

her laptop around to show him. "Her Twitter account. It was set to private. Now?" She clicked a button

shaking his head. "You're

her chest. "Not as bad as she's about

It was almost too easy-she had spent so much time trying to erase her past, that she probably assumed no one would be

up straighter, his eyes wide. "Wait, hold

head snapped

desk, his laptop clutched tightly in his hands. "Here, check