My notifications were more chaotic than usual and it took me a minute of blinking at the screen to figure out why everyone needed to talk to me right away. “Fuck,” I groaned. The elevator pic. I wanted to punch myself in the face for throwing Emme to the internet wolves but it seemed I was alone with that sentiment. Jakobi was pleased with the response and Stella was too, though her team had worked through the night getting rid of the more unhinged comments.
