“Damn it! Which bastard is behind all of this? How dare they invade my privacy?"

Valeria raised an eyebrow and gave him a wry look.

"I'm a celebrity, Hutton. I have no privacy, so to speak. You shouldn't have argued with me last night. It's your fault that we attracted the media's attention."

Hutton gasped in indignation.

"You were the one who was shouting all over the place."

“Well, if I had known that we would end up sleeping together, I certainly wouldn't have made a scene!"

Hutton blinked at her in an utter loss for words.

If he had known that they would have sex, he would never have insisted on helping her.

“Well, the story's out there now. Isn't your agency doing something about it? Are they just going to Let the public judge you Like this?"

Hutton cleared his throat and changed the subject to hide his discomfort on the matter.

“My agency won't help me. They're only interested in the money and the favors that my popularity would bring them." Valeria spoke as if she was already used to it.

"It's fine, this kind of tabloid news will disappear in a week or two. My reputation might take a hit from this, though."

Even as she said it, she looked unbothered.

Hutton suddenly had the sense that he had wronged her somehow.

“My reputation is at stake, too," he said after a moment.

"I'll handle this."

With that, he went over to his desk and turned his computer on. He cracked his knuckles like he was gearing up for battle.

Valeria's eyes lit up as she watched him hammer away at the keyboard.

“Oh, right, you're a hacker! What are you planning to do?"

“Delete everything about us from the web,” Hutton replied without taking his eyes off the screen.

Valeria continued to watch him in wonder.

He focused on the task at hand, and in a matter of minutes, the news about their tryst were gone from the Internet.