When the recording cut off, the private room went so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Helena froze where she stood, her face flushing pale and green with embarrassment. "Lucy, what's the deal with you recording me?" she asked, her voice cracking. "We're just old classmates messing around, do you really have to stab me in the back like this?"
Right out the gate, she tried to turn the tables and play the victim. I didn't even get a chance to speak before the brand director frowned sharply.
"Mocking someone's old trauma for fun? You call that messing around?" the director questioned, his voice booming.
Helena's lips trembled. "Director, you've got it all wrong!" she stammered, waving her hands in a panic. "Lucy and I have always been super close. That stuff back in high school was j
