66. Natalie
Natalie
My hands are still trembling from the confrontation, but I know what I have to do.
I sit down behind my desk and pick up my phone.
It only takes me a few minutes to get the head of public relations on the line.
“What can I do for you, Miss Wagner?”
I tap my fingers on the desktop, eyes on the pink band circling my ring finger. “We need to put out a statement.”
“What is the statement about?” she asks, but I’m sure she’s been alerted to the video by now.
“About the videos. And letting everyone know it was a private, heated moment between myself and my husband, Luke Anders, on our wedding night.” I pause for a moment while she gasps.
“You can add an apology or whatever your department deems necessary. But I’d like the world to know that it was a private moment between a married couple.
Which we all know is much less scandalous. ”
“Okay, um, we can do that. When would you like it out?”
“Within an hour,” I answer.
If those videos are blowing up, we need to address it immediately. I can only hope Luke goes along with the story. Because there’s no avoiding it now.