SHATTERED BUBBLE
Inside the sleek, sterile corridors of the Vance Empire, the air in the fashion department was thick with the scent of expensive espresso and unspoken rivalry. Victoria moved through the creative space with a practiced, superficial grace, serving coffee to the designers. To the casual observer, she was the picture of efficiency, but beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. Her phone vibrated sharply against her thigh. She slipped it from her trouser pocket, her eyes scanning a text from Rose. A slow, wicked giggle escaped her lips, a sound that didn't reach her eyes, which remained fixed on Amilah's closed office door. Well, well, well, Victoria thought, a predatory smile curling her lips. Your doomsday is finally here, Amilah. She began to hum a hauntingly cheerful tune, the sound gra
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