Chloe's POV:

While the city slept, a digital war was being waged in the shadows of the internet. Keira was having a rough night, her usual PR tactics failing for the first time in her career.

The incident from the previous night—the ambush at my apartment—had leaked online. Initially, Keira and the Summers family thought they could bury the story with a standard PR intervention. But the momentum was unprecedented. Every time their team paid to suppress a headline, an anonymous force paid double to keep it at the top of the trending lists.

It was a strategic tug-of-war. For every post painting Keira as an "innocent victim," a counter-narrative emerged, questioning the safety of her reckless driving at New World Plaza. The public debate was fierce, with fans and critics clashing in every forum.

"Our Keira is kind," her fans argued online, their comments filled with fierce loyalty. "That woman is just jealous of her success at The Olson Group."

However, eyewitness accounts from the Plaza began to surface, painting a different picture. "I was there," one user posted. "The Ferrari was veering toward the curb, putting pedestrians at risk just to show off. The reaction wasn't about jealousy; it was about accountability."

As the debate raged, a strange phenomenon occurred. In every viral video, my face was meticulously blurred. Any attempt to post my name or my family connection resulted in an immediate system block. On every major platform, from news sites to obscure forums, I had been completely shielded.

It was a subtle but undeniable warning: someone powerful had drawn a line in the sand, and no one was allowed to cross it.

Recognizing the shift in the winds, high-profile entertainment bloggers began to align their content. They unanimously shifted the narrative, focusing on the ethical implications of celebrity fan culture rather than the personal attacks. The tides of public opinion were turning, and the winner of this silent battle was becoming clear.

Downstairs at Pulse Entertainment, Keira’s fans gathered in a vigil of support, but inside her office, she felt no comfort. She looked out the window at the flickering lights of the city, her heart filled with a new kind of dread.

Who was the man in the car? Who possessed the power to silence an entire city’s media in a single afternoon? The mystery of my protector was a shadow that loomed larger than any PR crisis she had ever faced.