<b>Chapter </b>374
Summer had barely settled into <b>bed </b>when <b>her </b>phone erupted into a symphony of urgent pings and rings. Frowning, she <b>rubbed </b>her sleepy eyes and grabbed her phone from <b>the </b>nightstand. It was her agent, Craig, <b>and </b>she hesitated for a moment before answering. “Craig?<b>” </b>
On the other end, Craig was fuming<b>. </b>“Summer<b>, </b>have you lost your mind? Why on earth did you leak your brother’s new song to Jay?”
Jolted awake by his words, Summer stammered, “Craig, what are you talking about? Leak my brother’s new song?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, Craig spat out, “Just check Twitter. Your conversation with Jay has been recorded and leaked. Tonight, you’re the top trending disaster.” Without another word, Craig hung up.
Craig had thought Summer a clever and savvy artist, but this blunder made him doubt his own judgment. He wondered if she and Juztin were really siblings, cuz no true sibling would sabotage another’s future like this.
Stunned by the dial tone, Summer took two seconds before frantically opening Twitter. Eight of the top ten trending topics were about her and Jay.
Clicking on the link titled “The Truth You’ve Been Waiting For,” she listened to the clear recording of her conversation with Jay, and her world stopped. Someone had been eavesdropping.
Panicking, she tried to call Craig back, but he wasn’t picking up. “How could this have been recorded?” she muttered to herself. The evening had passed without incident, and even Leo was nowhere to be found, not daring toe out and discuss Jay’s new song.
In just a few hours, everything had exploded. It had to be Jay. He must have recorded their conversation; no one else could have.
Summer attempted to call Jay, but her calls wouldn’t go through. She’d been blocked.
Scrolling through Twitter, she found Jay’s apology tweet. It painted him as the innocent victim, manipted and used by her. He shifted all the me onto Summer.
Summer bit her lip in disbelief. How could Jay do this to her?
The direct messages and thements below her tweets were all calling for her to be canceled.
Summer copsed on her bed, her face drained of color and her hands trembling<b>. </b>She felt choked by the weight of the situation.
Why had everything gone so wrong?
After a sleepless night, Summer trudged downstairs, her face haggard. But as she stepped into the living room, she was met with the stern face of Mandy, her mother. Before she could even utter “Mom,” a sharp p resounded across her cheek.
“Look at the mess you’ve made. The inte is stered with your scandal!” Mandy. trembled with rage.
She had woken up to calls from the socialite circle, their voices dripping with mockery as they spoke of her daughter’s public disgrace.
Summer, hand to her stinging cheek, stared at her mother in disbelief. The inte was against her, her career in tatters, and instead of concern, her mother’s first reaction was to p her as though she’dmitted an unforgivable sin.