~Becklan's POV~
"Beck," he said quietly, panic threading his voice. "The models' group is blowing up. Someone leaked a story claiming you slept with the Mr. President and Evans to get the contract. They're saying you sold yourself for the opportunity."
I felt the blood drain from my face, my breath hitching in my throat. "What? That's… that's a lie!"
"Why would such a rumor even exist? Who started it" I hissed, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and sheer disbelief.
Chris looked at me, pity and worry etched across his face. He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Beck… It's everywhere. All the models are talking about it. It's spreading fast."
I went silent, unsure what to say or how to react.
