Scarlett’s POV
The silence in my room that night wasn’t empty, it was potent. It buzzed with planning. While Cassie and Jasper waltzed through dinner downstairs like a reunited power couple, I sat hunched over my laptop, piecing together my next move like a puzzle. No more crying. No more uncertainty. I had all the power I needed now.
The PR manager I contacted earlier gave me someone that will help me clear my name.
At 10:07 p.m., I made the call.
I wanted war.
Her voice came through the line, calm, clear, and clipped.
“I’ve been expecting you,” she said. “We’ll talk in person.”
We agreed on a time and place. No introductions needed. I already knew who she was.
Alice Morey.
The woman who specialized in reputation resurrection, or destruction, depending on the client. This wasn
