The Vanity Fair exclusive dropped while they were in the Aston Martin, halfway to St. Jude's Hospital.
It hit the internet like a digital meteor.
Zoe Chen sat in the passenger seat, the blue light of her iPhone illuminating her horrified expression as she scrolled through the immediate, chaotic fallout on Instagram.
"I hate this generation," Zoe announced to the quiet cabin, aggressively swiping her thumb across the screen. "I genuinely despise the human race. You literally just poured your bleeding heart out to the world, and they are turning it into a circus."
Damien kept his eyes on the road, one hand loosely gripping the leather steering wheel. His suit jacket was tossed in the back, his tie loosened.
"Read them," Damien said, looking out the windshield at the passing city lights. His tone was surprisingly calm.
