The morning after the gala dawned pale and heavy, the sky the color of tarnished silver. Marrin had barely slept, her mind replaying every look, every whisper from the night before. The scene had gone exactly as she intended — no chaos, no confrontation, just the first delicate fracture in Derek and Vivienne's confidence.
Revenge, she reminded herself, wasn't a weapon swung in anger. It was a symphony — one note, one pause, one rising crescendo at a time.
Her phone buzzed just as she was pouring coffee. The message came from Liam.
"Your 10 AM meeting's confirmed. The lawyer from Coleridge & West is expecting you."
Good. The next step required paperwork, patience, and plausible deniability.
When she arrived at the firm, the receptionist greeted her with the kind of bright, empty smile
