“I will not let her win!” Cassandra slammed the fashion magazine onto the table, Rosemary’s face staring back at her from the front cover.
The room seemed to tremble with her voice. Her assistant, Rani, shrank back into the corner of the sofa, afraid to speak. “Madam… Rosemary is only getting public sympathy. It might fade on its own.”
“Fade?!” Cassandra snapped her head toward her, eyes blazing like fire. “Are you blind or just stupid, huh? Look at this!” She snatched the magazine again, jabbing a finger at the bold headline: ‘Rosemary, Rising from the Ashes, Ready to Lead the Fashion World Again’.
Rani swallowed hard. “It does seem… the media is starting to support her.”
Cassandra strode forward, her heels striking against the marble floor with sharp echoes. “The media is nothing but
