Diana paced restlessly in her opulent bedroom, her mind consumed by the aftermath of the party.
Social media had erupted with criticism, painting her as the villain while glorifying Melissa as the courageous heroine who had come to the rescue of the poor waiter.
Normally, Diana wouldn't care about such trivial matters, but the fact that Melissa had stood up to her in front of everyone wounded her pride deeply.
She was determined to make Melissa pay for daring to challenge her. With that in mind, she had already enlisted the help of a private investigator to dig up personal information about her nemesis.
Diana knew she had to be cautious, as she didn't want to unknowingly provoke someone of higher status than herself.
Imagine her shock when she discovered that Melissa was a mere nobody. Just a 26-year-old girl from a middle-class background, who had grown up in Brooklyn and moved to New York after her release from prison last year.
Diana couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. How could someone like Melissa, who was barely worth mentioning, have the audacity to speak out against her in public?
"She doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as I do," Diana muttered under her breath, taking out her phone to call her father, Prime Minister Woods.
"Daddy, I'm coming over right now. I need to talk to you about something really important," Diana stated firmly over the phone.
"Of course, dear. I'll be expecting you," her father responded, his voice filled with concern.
*****
Prime Minister Woods sat in his home office, savoring a drink with his young foreign business partner when Diana walked in. A smile immediately lit up his face, but it faded as he noticed her unhappiness.
"What's wrong, my dear?" he asked, genuine concern etched on his features.
Without delay, Diana retrieved her phone from her purse and showed its contents to her father. "Dad, look at this. People are portraying me as the villain when it's clear that I'm the victim here," she lamented, her expression carefully crafted to appear genuinely distressed.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll instruct Jim to have those false narratives taken down immediately," her father assured her, his tone soothing.
"That's not all, Daddy. I also need your help in teaching someone a lesson," Diana continued, her voice laced with determination.
"No problem at all. Just inform Jim, and he will handle everything," her father reassured her, his support unwavering.
"Thank you, Daddy. You're the absolute best," Diana beamed, grateful for her father's unwavering support.
It was at that moment that Diana realized they weren't alone. Her father's esteemed foreign business partner, Drake Lockman, was also present. She blushed slightly, having been captivated by Drake since their introduction, though she knew he was already married.
"Mr. Lockman," Diana addressed him, regaining her composure. "I apologize for not noticing you earlier."
"No problem at all, Diana," Drake Lockman replied, his foreign accent resonating melodically. "But who has upset you so much that it blinded you with rage?" he inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Just some insignificant low-class brat. But she's soon going to get what she deserves. I have something special in store for her," Diana declared, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I have no doubt about that," Drake Lockman responded, his smirk suggestive. Diana's interest in him had not gone unnoticed, but she understood that their connection could never extend beyond friendship. Undeterred, she changed the subject.
"Are you here on a business trip or perhaps a vacation this time?"
Drake Lockman chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, actually, I came to visit an old friend of mine. He owes me a substantial debt, and I believe it's time for him to settle his obligations," he revealed, his words tinged with a mysterious undertone.
Diana couldn't help but be intrigued by his enigmatic response, but she pushed aside her curiosity for the time being. After all, her main focus was on exacting revenge against Melissa.