POV: Chloe
The tinted windows of the Maybach blurred the flashing neon lights of Times Square into smears of bleeding red and gold. On my lap, my phone was a live grenade. The screen refused to go dark. Every three seconds, a new notification pinged, a new headline dropped, a new media outlet picked up the carcass of the Ray family dynasty and tore off another piece.
MANHATTAN ALPHA: THE BILLIONAIRE’S THIEF.
PAGESIX: METEORIC FALL—RUBY BELLS ARRESTED FOR GRAND LARCENY AT MATRIARCH’S 60TH.
VOGUE BUSINESS: RAY EMPIRE STOCKS PLUMMET 4.2% IN AFTER-HOURS TRADING FOLLOWING HEIRLOOM SCANDAL.
The viral photo was everywhere. It was a masterpiece of paparazzi timing: Ruby, her head held impossibly high despite the vivid red handprint blooming across her cheek, her wrists locked in cold ste
