C59 A closed shave

"Charlotte, who are you talking to?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Charlotte's phone slipped from her hand, the call with Donald still live, as she froze, her world crashing down around her.

Charlotte's voice was caught in her throat as she struggled to find a convincing excuse. "I-I was just... uh... talking to someone from the press, Antonio. They're helping me prove your innocence