By midday, Christian sits behind his desk, his fingers drumming lightly on the surface as he gazes out the window. The morning light filters through the blinds, but his mind is elsewhere.
The door opens, and Amanda enters, her expression businesslike but with a hint of satisfaction.
"Christian," she says, walking in and closing the door behind her. "The social media accounts that were posting the photos from the event. We've tracked them, and they've been deactivated. Nothing new is getting out."
Christian exhales, his body relaxing as a wave of relief washes over him. It's not that he expected the images to disappear completely, but having that immediate control, at least for now, eases some of the tension that had been building all morning. "You got them removed?"
