“Ma’am! Oh my god, Mrs Myla, please tell me you are looking at your phone right now!”

The frantic, breathless voice of Myla’s operations manager, Chloe, exploded through the speaker the second Myla pressed the accept button.

Myla rubbed her eyes, blinking against the early afternoon light spilling through the bedroom windows. 

It had been three days since the nightclub photo of Hayden, Jared, and Beck had leaked, and they had chosen to handle it the same way they’d handled the ...