Serena's POV
I watched the gossip explode across social media from my office chair, scrolling through the increasingly wild accusations against Ivy. WhisperStream had done his job well—very well. Every dirt-filled detail I'd collected on her was now spreading like wildfire.
"If she wants to play dirty," I muttered to myself, tapping my fingernail against the desk, "then we'll all get muddy together."
I didn't feel bad. Not even a little. After what she'd done at the restaurant—after I'd ended up in the hospital with my head split open—Ivy deserved every bit of this karma.
She couldn't just sit back and watch the show anymore. Now she was the main attraction.
Early the next morning, I headed to Dreamland Studio, my sanctuary away from all the chaos.
The office hummed wit
