Riley’s POV
I arrived at Eden's studio, where the matte black walls were bare of logos or digital backdrops. A single light hung over the chair, and I sat with my spine straight and palms flat on the desk, showing up without makeup, stylist, or cue cards."
Just me, and the truth. Eden stood behind the camera, and gave me a single nod.
I smooth my palms against my pants to keep steady. I took a deep breath and hit the button to go live.
The red dot blinked. My heartbeat syncs with the blinking of the livestream “LIVE” indicator, and the world turned its eyes on me.
I leaned in, feeling the desk cold under my palms. I didn’t bother with small talk or fake smiles. I went straight to the point.
“They told you I was sleeping my way to power."
"They told you I was a nobody who got lucky."
