LOGINA few days later, Owen reported to me during the weekly meeting. "Sir, there's something you might need to know."The room fell silent. Every executive paused, looking at him.I nodded for him to continue. He cleared his throat and elaborated, "It's about Tiffany. It seems like she's lost her sanity. Last night, she went to find Pierre."I furrowed my brow, and Owen continued, "They had a violent argument. Tiffany threw sulfuric acid in his face, practically disfiguring him. The police arrested her on the spot, and she is charged with intentional injury and likely faces several years in prison."Every executive held their breath, secretly watching my reaction."So," I lowered my gaze, "will this have any impact on our stock price?""No, not at all. Legally and publicly, she has no connection to us anymore.""Good. Then it's settled. Next agenda item: the feasibility report on acquiring that visual-effects studio."No one uttered Tiffany's name again. It was as if the entire sag
The celebration banquet ran well past midnight.My car glided smoothly into the underground parking garage of the company headquarters. Suddenly, a disheveled figure lunged out from behind a concrete pillar and hurled itself at the front of the vehicle.The driver slammed on the brakes, startled. My trained bodyguards leapt out and pinned the intruder to the ground.The person was ragged, their hair oily and tangled, emanating a sour stench. I frowned, signaling the driver to lower the window.The headlights illuminated the face. It was Tiffany.In just a few short days, her face had become hollowed, her eye sockets bruised. I almost didn't recognize her.The moment she spotted me, she scrambled desperately toward the car like a drowning woman reaching for a lifeline. "Wayne! It's me, Tiffany!"The bodyguards held her back firmly, and she collapsed into hysterical sobs. "Look at me! I'm living like a stray dog! I was wrong, Wayne. I was so wrong. I regret everything. I shouldn't
Half an hour later, Starry Media's official account published a meticulously documented exposé titled: [THE TRUTH].We presented an airtight timeline, complete with exact dates and irrefutable evidence of every clandestine meeting between Tiffany and Pierre during the entire period of our engagement.This included, but was not limited to, photos of them entering a hotel together late at night, a chance encounter captured by paparazzi while they were traveling abroad, and screenshots of their flirtatious, low-key social media interactions.Every image and every timestamp was a hammer striking hard, proving her infidelity during our engagement.Next, we released her fabricated pregnancy report, alongside an official statement from our lawyer showing that she had no pregnancy records at the hospital.Finally, we exposed Pierre's academic fraud, with evidence of multiple papers he had plagiarized during his time at university, complete with detailed plagiarism reports and original tex
Within hours, every major music platform had removed Tiffany's entire catalog from their libraries. She was effectively erased from the industry overnight.A dozen luxury brands that had signed endorsement deals with her issued termination notices within 24 hours. They not only demanded the return of all advance payments but also launched lawsuits seeking astronomical damages for the irreparable harm her scandal had inflicted on their brand images.The combined penalties were more than enough to bankrupt the studio she had only just established. Her remaining fans camped outside the office building, unfurling banners and shouting accusations at me as if I were the villain who had wrecked her life."Wayne Sanford! Give us our Tiffany back! Scum! Get out of the entertainment industry!"I watched the protests from my office window with complete composure. Luther placed a fresh cup of coffee on my desk and said quietly, "Sir, she's finished."I nodded but remained silent. It still was
The internet had a short memory, but information traveled fast.Tiffany's socials hemorrhaged more than half a million followers in a single day. That off-key vocal clip was remixed into countless humiliating memes and went viral on every short-video platform.I sat in my office and observed the chaos with clinical detachment. After 20 unanswered calls, she switched to frantic texts.[Wayne, what the heck are you doing? Are you insane? Take everything down right now and issue a public apology, or we go nuclear. Think you can ruin me like this? Won't be that easy.]I read them and smirked without replying.An hour later, Luther burst through the door with a gloomy expression. "Sir, you should check the trending list."I frowned and took the tablet he handed me. A new headline had rocketed to the top.[Tiffany: I Am the Real Victim.]The post contained nine private couple photos spanning our five years together, accompanied by a lengthy, venomous caption:[Wayne Sanford, you lun
The head of the legal team, Owen Puckett, came in fast with his team.Without preamble, I pulled a folder from my briefcase and tossed it onto the conference table.Every pair of eyes snapped to me, and I ordered, "30 minutes, I need three deliverables pushed to every major platform. First, issue a lawyer's letter declaring that Tiffany Burgess has grossly violated her non-compete agreement and deliberately incited defamation against the company. Effective immediately, freeze all commercial activity and copyright revenue tied to that stage name."Owen's eyes lit up at my decisions. When we signed the contract, Tiffany was just a nobody named Tina Burgess.I had insisted that the company retain full ownership of the stage name "Tiffany" and control its commercial exploitation, just to avoid a mess like this.I continued, "Second, contact every music platform and media partner to release the audio."I plugged a flash drive into the computer and opened a folder. Hundreds of audio fi







