MEANWHILE, IN THE CAMP DISPLAY ROOM
"You still don't get my point, do you?"
Brax was always angry at Kaia. Not that he'd grown it into a habit exactly, but that she was racist and kept finding new angles to take runs at his reputation.
Last time it had been a fire. She'd monitored his schedule, then started it in the exact building where he was supposed to shoot the main trailer for his next film. Brax was a phoenix — so naturally, every person who heard about the fire assumed he'd caused it. That he'd put lives at risk. Which they did. Enthusiastically. Publicly.
He still hadn't recovered from that one.
And just when he'd started sketching out how to be even, she'd pulled the next move. Sexual assault. Kaia had gone to the masses with full confidence, vouching for the rumour that a minor had been assaulted by him. Convincing. Coordinated. He knew she'd been the one to put the girl up to making the video.
She was going too far now.
