Chapter 50 Consent

***Hazel***

She’s enjoying this. She’s not here for truth—she’s here for reaction.

Jocelyn’s voice cuts in. “Give it back.”

The journalist laughs. “No.”

Max’s patience snaps like a rubber band. “Lady, you’re about three seconds away from being carried out like a folding chair.”

“Touch me,” she says, and her phone appears in her hand like a weapon, “and your company gets a lawsuit, a headline, and