The moment that first reporter spoke up, the rest of the press corps erupted.
“You folks at Platinum 818 are something else! You actually managed to track down Miss Thompson’s son for an interview!”
“Wait–Miss Thompson has a son? I thought she only had a daughter.”
A reporter with sallow teeth and a gaunt face let out a nasty laugh. “Oh, I know all about it. Not only does Miss Thompson have a son, but I’ve also dug up the true identity of her ex–husband! Guess what? Turns out Miss Thompson’s ex is none other than Harrison, CEO of Vaughn Enterprises!”
His words hit the crowd like a thunderclap. The room buzzed with frantic voices.
“You’re kidding! Is that for real?!”
“Harrison? You mean Harrison Vaughn–one of the top dogs in The Capital Circle and CEO of Vaughn Enterprises?”
Eyes turned to Selene, their gazes shifting from curiosity to something sharper, hungrier.
“Miss Thompson, is it true you divorced Harrison? Why would a life of luxury like that?”
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“Why did you split from him, Miss Thompson? What happened–did you do something to make Mr. Vaughn throw you out?”
“Families like the Vaughns don’t dissolve marriages lightly. What did you do to get yourself exiled from high society?”
To the reporters, Selene was suddenly the juiciest story in the room–a walking tabloid headline. They were desperate to dig up every sordid detail of her fall from
grace.
In their minds, Selene was automatically the one at fault. Sure, she was the beloved daughter of the Thompson family, but everyone knew she’d only been brought home at eighteen. She must have done something shameful to get herself cast out by the Vaughns.
The Platinum 818 reporter, almost giddy with anticipation, whipped out his voice recorder. This was his moment to drop a bombshell.
“Well, since Selene’s kept you all in the dark, let’s hear what her own son has to say about her.”
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He pressed play.
A child’s voice piped up, clear and innocent: “My name’s Damien. I’m five. Daphne is my little sister, but now she’s changed her name to Dafina.”
Several reporters leaned in, holding their microphones closer to the recorder.
“That woman gave up on me a long time ago. Last time you reporters came to my school to interview her, she pretended she didn’t even know me!”
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