Backfire

Meanwhile, earlier that afternoon across town, inside the executive boardroom of Pierce Studios...

Donovan Pierce was nursing a glass of scotch, a smirk resting on his face. Surrounding him were the studio's top shareholders and vice presidents. 

"Gentlemen, you can put your concerns regarding Apex Records to rest," Donovan announced, raising his glass. "I have it on good authority that their music division is about to suffer a catastrophic PR disaster. Their lead asset is compromised."

"Are you certain, Donovan?" a vice president asked cautiously. "Lawson just injected capital into the conglomerate. If Stellar renews their contracts, Apex will dominate the Q3 charts."

"They aren't renewing anything," Donovan laughed, taking a sip of his scotch. "Trust me, the girl's brand is about to be ruined."

Donovan felt a rush of satisfaction. Silas Grey was a professional.

By now, the photos were probably being shopped around to the tabloids...