"Do you see this?" Hedda held the phone up and the screen glared with a blurred photo that needed no clarity to burn. Grace swore and caught the device. She shut it down and slid it into her pocket with one precise motion. "Tell me it isn't him in the back seat," Hedda said. "It is," Grace said. "Delete any copies on your cloud. Wipe the cache. No screenshots." Hedda's fingers moved before Grace finished speaking. "Already started. Social's lighting up. Tabloid accounts are running it. Jasper's name is already in the comments." "Of course he left his messages open," Grace said. She pulled her own phone and thumbed through a thread until she found the conversation labeled J. Ludwig. One tap deleted every message. Tap. Tap. Gone. "Press mitigation," Grace said. "Call PR. Tell them no quotes. Put out a statement that frames this as a private matter. No mention of the film. No mention of anyone involved. Block the sites that will run it in the first twelve hours." Hedda read back the checklist. "No headlines. No meltdowns. We fix this." "Exactly. Sit on it. Tight. And Jasper is fired from the film by noon." "Grace—" Hedda's voice tightened. "That's going to leak as well. People will say you scapegoated him." "Then let them say it," Grace said. "Right now the priority is the film. You know our investors. The board will panic if they smell scandal." Hedda nodded and moved like