Arlene
It’s been five days… five agonizing, intoxicating days since that night with Liam.
The scandal about the fake products had finally died down, thanks to the lack of any reliable evidence tracing it back to its true source. I knew exactly who was behind it, Mirela. But without proof, calling her out would be a mistake, one she would twist and use against me.
So, I let it go. The moment the antidote was released to the public, the media frenzy started fading, and soon enough, the issue was buried.
Now, with only two days left until the launch of Penselvia, my focus had shifted.
Earlier today, I had gone to the warehouse to personally inspect the final batch of products. The redesign had been completed, and with Ivana’s face perfectly scripted on the brand, everything looked flawle
