“Myla, you don’t have to do this,” Jared said, jaw tight as he looked at her adjust her blouse.

“Yes, I have to, Jay.” She said as she smoothed the black blazer over her hips, chin high, eyes blazing in anger. “Just because of the rumor they have been dragging him through the mud like he hasn’t built everything they are feeding off. Like he is already dead. If don't make any statement they will keep thinking so."

Outside the estate gates, reporters were gathered like sharks ...