In my Arms Tonight (NYC Singles Book 2) by Sasha Clinton

wants to run New York? WTF?
    I’d vote for Hitler before I vote for Summer.
    I am ashamed to call @Alexsummer my competitor. Hopefully, justice is served to the man he injured. Amen.
    The last one was from Konstantinos Stephanopoulos, one of Alex’s competitors.
    Kat pressed the pads of her thumbs into her temples.
    Bad. This was really bad. Like shit-just-hit-the-fan bad.
    As she crawled through more hate Tweets, guilt washed over her, followed by anger. Some of them were so acerbic, they made her curl her toes. It was so wrong, people calling Alex these names. It wasn’t fair. All Alex had done was help her.
    But she wasn’t even visible in the video. And Kat had to admit, it did look pretty bad from the video alone. The last part, when he’d called out to her to dial for the police, was also missing.
    Obviously, the video had been edited to remove all the good parts and slay Alex’s character. She had enough experience in video editing to make it out.
    Another Tweet ran by her screen.
    She had to do something… anything to get him out of this mess. She had to make this libel stop.
    She called Susan first. Susan wrote one of the most widely-read political blogs in blogosphere—The Political Girl. If there was someone who had connections in the media world and could get word out quick, it was her.
    Thankfully, Susan picked up the phone quickly. “I didn’t know whether to believe it when I saw your ID on my screen. Kat, how’ve you been?”
    “I’m sorry, Suze. I’m calling for a favor. I need you to do something for me.” Her tone was breathy and hurried.
    “I guessed as much.” Susan slurped what Kat assumed was coffee. “So what’s it going to be?”
    “I want to write an article for your blog. Can you make sure it goes up ASAP? Also, I’ll send a video later. Can you have that up, too?” Back at her desk now, Kat multitasked, sending out a tweet on her Twitter profile affirming Alex’s innocence then opening a new Word document.
    Suze drew a sharp inhale. “Wow, what happened? I’ve been trying to get you to write an article for my blog since forever and you’ve always brushed me off. Now you’re offering to write one yourself. Did the earth start spinning the other way round?”
    “I want to write a witness account. A confession, of sorts. It’s not like the usual stuff on your blog, but it involves a politician and a hot issue. I’m sure your readers will find it relevant.”
    “What do you wanna confess?”
    “I was with Alex Summer when that video that’s been slaying the virtual world happened. I saw it all in detail.” She reached her head to the backrest of her chair. “It’s not at all what it looks like.”
    “Wait, it’s not?”
    “It’s been twisted around so badly, you wouldn’t believe.” Kat filled Suze in on the pertinent details. “So I need your help to clear the issue up. I can’t stand seeing all this hatred on social media. He saved my life, you know.”
    Suze didn’t think long. Since her blog wasn’t a news site, she didn’t have to.
    “Count me in. But are you sure you want to identify yourself as the victim? Just saying, but admitting about rape, even attempted rape, can be traumatic and you’d be revealing your identity. After what happened at the beginning of the year… are you sure you want to take this risk?”
    An uncomfortable lump grew in Kat’s throat at the mention of that incident, but she washed it down with her spit. No time for panic.
    “I’ve gotten over that incident, Suze. It’s behind me. And I absolutely need to have my name on the article or people will doubt its credibility. Listen, if I email you a draft in about ten minutes, will you be able to get it up by nine?” Kat’s fingers were flying on the keyboard, punching out any coherent sentence she could string together.
    “Sure thing.”
    “And while you’re at it, can you please ask any other bloggers you know to share the article on social media? I’ll ask my editor