Chapter 7 The press conference was packed . Camden and Vera were already there when I arrived . She strutted over in some hideous pink power suit , waving a script in my face . " Here's your lines , sister , Camden wrote this specially for you , so practice hard . " She emphasized " practice " like it was a threat , eyes full of smugness . Obviously she'd already read what was in there . I glanced at her without a word and took the script . A staffer came over to tell Camden all the reporters and VIP guests had arrived . Camden nodded , then extended his hand to escort me in . I quickly stepped aside to avoid his touch and walked ahead alone . His hand fell empty and his face went dark . Seeing this , Vera immediately tried to take his arm , but he gently pushed her away : " Watch yourself . Know your place . " She pouted but could only trail behind him . The second I stepped inside , reporters swarmed : " Mrs. Ashworth , Mr. Ashworth says you have severe hysteria - that you keep imagining women around him are his mistresses . Is this true ? " " Mrs. Ashworth , is Miss Season really your father's long - lost daughter - your and Mr. Sterling's sister ? " " Mrs. Ashworth , are the rumors true that you and your sister are sharing one husband ? " " Does Mr. Sterling know about this ? What's his take ? " I had hysteria ? Nice creative writing , Camden , I smiled and held up a small flash drive , " Don't rush - I'll answer everything in just a moment . " Dead silence . Everyone waiting with bated breath . " Sister , you came so prepared ? " Vera smirked , leaning close to whisper in my ear : " Perform well , and maybe if I'm in a good mood , I'll let Camden spend tonight at your place . " Next to her , Camden was staring at me with calculating eyes , thinking God knows what . I raised an eyebrow and gave her a look that could kill . Who Needs a Divorce Lawver When You OWN the Company ? Honey , You Are FIRED ! 10.6 % Chapter 7 I walked to the computer and opened up my overnight project . " Everyone's questions , " I turned to face the crowd , " are all answered right here . " The screen lit up . The video started playing automatically . But there was nothing about any " clarification . " Just yesterday's full recording of Camden demanding I " consider the big picture , " plus years and years of Vera's calculated , disgusting voice messages and intimate videos she'd sent to torment me . Censored , of course . One second of dead silence . Then pure chaos - cameras flashing like strobe lights , reporters going absolutely feral trying to capture the story of the century . Vera let out an ear - splitting shriek , face draining white : " You fucking bitch , Sage ! " She swung at me . I dodged and backhanded her so hard she went flying . " The bitch is right there on screen , sweetie . " She was shaking with rage , couldn't catch her breath , and literally passed out cold . " Security ! Are you all braindead ? Turn it off ! NOW ! " Camden finally snapped out of his shock , face purple with rage , veins bulging on his forehead . He got Vera taken care of , then whipped around looking for me . " SAGE ! " Pure venom in his voice , eyes like black ice . But I'd already yanked out the USB drive and bolted . I strolled casually to the exit , about to push through when I collided with a wall of suited executives . I stepped aside automatically , then heard the venue manager start groveling : " Mr. Sterling ! What brings you here , sir ? The conference room is that way . " I looked up in shock . Right there in the center of that power parade was my brother Marcus , looking like he owned the world - which he basically did . I dropped my head and tried to slip past unnoticed . But his voice cut through the air : " Not gonna say hello when you see your brother , sis ? " At the exact same moment , Camden's voice exploded behind me : " Sage , get your ass