Chapter 135: Support

Inside Zander Smut's studio. Maria Dackham looped her arms around his neck, breath warm and sweet against his ear. "How did it go?" Zander lay sprawled on an Italian leather couch, letting her drape herself over him. "I've already set a few outlets to start stoking it. We're keeping it at the opening phase. It's just starting to show up on the trending list." Her voice purred, her forefinger tracing lazy circles across his chest. "Why not have every outlet jump in at once? Catch him flat-footed...