Within a few weeks, Michael’s life became unrecognizable. He spent more time with Joanna than he did with Sophie, and his face had appeared on the cover of most major publications in America, both online and in print. The Soviet-Orlisian war vaulted back into the headlines, and the UN peacekeeping force moved up its timeline for entry into Orlisia. They also sent a team of consultants to join the coalition in Parnaas.
Michael received 157 proposals of marriage from total strangers in a forty-eight-hour time span. Sophie found these amusing. He did not.
They walked into the office on the last day of March and found the PR team clustered around a newspaper on the table. Someone tittered. Everyone looked up when they heard them come in, and the laughter stopped. A guilty silence filled the room.
“What is that?” he demanded.
“Michael, Sophie, let’s sit down now. Everything is fine. We knew this might happen.” Joanna moved to stop him, but he brushed her aside. He snatched the paper out from under the noses of the PR staff and examined it.
“Oh God.”
The New York Post. Page Six. Refugee Hottie Sets Up Camp with Rescuer?
“It was bound to come out sooner or later,” Joanna said. “I don’t think Page Six is an authority in the lives of anyone who matters to you.”
“I know. But still…”
The short article included pictures of both Sophie and Michael. No sources were named. The paper revealed that they had attended GYL together, had recently been spotted around the city together, and were possibly living together.
Michael’s hands trembled with rage. Sophie tried to remove the paper from his hand without success. “Love, don’t worry.” She spoke in Orlisian to grant them some privacy. “We have done nothing wrong. My board of directors has always known that I was searching for you and why. We have accounted for every penny spent by the coalition in our efforts to find you. It has all been covered by the donation.”
“They have implied wrongdoing on your part,” he said through clenched teeth. “And made it sound as if we are having a cheap fling. Please do not tell me I should be comfortable with this.” He stabbed at the paper with his finger, pointing to the last line of ugly speculation:
Did Sophie Swenda’s bosses – and RCI donors – know she went to Orlisia for a booty call with an old flame?
She gasped, her face paling. She took a deep breath and pushed the newspaper away into Joanna’s hands.
“No, I don’t expect you to comfortable with that. Any more than I am. But we cannot allow it to rule us. Let’s get to work.”
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April 10, 2014
The media storm continued, but now they were both in the eye of the hurricane. And Sophie had a great deal more to lose than Michael did.
Sly innuendo was everywhere. At its kindest, the media portrayed their story as a daring personal rescue. At its worst, they implied that she had abused her responsibility to track down a runaway lover.
The coalition responded as planned. A letter from the Board of Directors indicating their full knowledge and support for Sophie and the coalition’s efforts to locate and repatriate Michael Nariovsky-Trent during the course of their work in the Parnaas camp. A statement from the coalition executive team regarding Sophie’s integrity in this same matter. A financial account of the mission with documentation about the anonymous donation. But the gossip, rumors, and tawdry insinuations continued.