Morning came with a bitter edge. Vivienne sat in her private office, reviewing every tweet, every article, every whispered conversation that had made its way to her ears overnight. Her composure, once unshakable, now cracked like fine porcelain under the weight of exposure.
She slammed her phone against the desk, frustration igniting a fire within her. "This is unacceptable," she hissed. Derek flinched beside her, hands clasped tightly. "She's daring to humiliate me in front of the world… in front of everyone."
Vivienne's eyes darted to the mirror. For years, she had relied on her image — perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect network. And yet, here she was, unraveling before her own reflection. "No," she whispered. "I won't let her win."
Her first act of retaliation was subtle — a series
