“Vanessa, don’t you think it was a bit theatrical?” Julian asked, there's a hint of amusement in his voice as the door to his lavish office clicked shut.
Vanessa smirked, tossing her designer handbag onto the plush leather couch.
“Theatrics are necessary sometimes. Sophia’s humiliation needed to be public. It cements the narrative in everyone’s mind.” She adjusted her crimson nails, inspecting them like nothing else mattered.
Julian poured himself a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter on the side table, the clinking of ice is the only sound in the room for a moment.
“Still, I don’t like leaving loose ends.”
Vanessa scoffed, sauntering over to him.
“She’s all bark and no bite. Besides, the evidence we planted is foolproof. Even if she screams conspiracy, no one will believe her.”
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Flashbacks...
Julian raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
“Foolproof? That’s a strong word, Julian. You better hope you're right because I don’t enjoy surprises—e
