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“My ex-trainer, Rusty. I fired him three months ago for leaking my game-day schedule to a betting ring. He said this is just ‘a taste.’ He wants two million by tomorrow or he sends the whole set to Barstool, TMZ, and my girlfriend’s father.”

The notification light on Lena’s phone pulsed an urgent, angry red. She ignored it, just like she’d ignored the fifty-seven other alerts in the last hour. Instead, she stared at the three words glowing on her laptop screen: bravo bodycheck pics

“We’re not denying it,” Lena cut him off. “Denying makes it real. We’re going to flood the zone.” “My ex-trainer, Rusty

Her phone buzzed one last time. Cassian: “You’re a legend. I owe you.” She ignored it, just like she’d ignored the

“They’ll respect you,” Lena said. “While you’re doing that, I’m calling the FBI. Rusty crossed state lines with those images—that’s interstate extortion. I already have his IP from the email.”

Lena was a mid-level analyst for a corporate intelligence firm, but everyone knew her real job title: digital firefighter. When a celebrity’s reputation went up in flames, she was the one holding the hose. Her current client was Cassian Bravo, hockey’s reigning bad boy. Twenty-three years old, a cannon of a slap shot, and a smile that launched a thousand thirsty tweets. He was also, as Lena had learned over the past six months, a paranoid insomniac with a Diet Coke addiction and a habit of trusting the wrong people.

The final photo was the dagger. A mirror selfie. Cassian, fresh off a loss, chest heaving, his hand pressed against the wall. And carved into the drywall behind him, in sloppy, sharpie scrawl: “I ruin everything.”