No Strings Attached

"Are you seriously not worried about Clara? She's the girl you're into."

"Do you need glasses or something? How did you see me falling for her?"

"If you don't like her, why all the wining and dining? Who'd buy that?"

"Isn't that how you're supposed to take care of a sugar baby?"

That recording instantly snuffed out all the light from Clara's face, exposing her most secretive side for all to see.

The crowd wasn't just any ordinary group. It included the brass and students from Ivywood University, as well as reporters from major media outlets.

on. As soon as they heard the

Clara, what's the deal with this recording? Have you really

the talk of Ivywood University. Why'd you pass up the chance to study abroad to play secretary to Mr. Hayes? Were you

did you choose to be

to remain composed and offer an explanation,

press below. "Sorry, folks, Clara's talk is over. Please enjoy the rest of the program." He tried to whisk Clara off the stage, but the reporters

her cruel smile. "Clara, this is what they call poetic justice. Enjoy your feast," she murmured, reclined

reveled in her triumph, she caught sight of a figure all

for Clara. Unapologetically, he plowed through the crowd of journalists, reached Clara, and pulled the trembling woman

Clara's forehead tenderly and whispered reassurance, "Don't be scared. I'm right here." The eyes that were soft moments ago turned icy as they met the press corps, sending