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The Perfect Performance
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2025-07-24 02:09:13Cassian stared at his reflection in the mirror. The press conference room was buzzing behind the closed doors, reporters gathering like vultures outside. His hair was styled, his black suit tailored to perfection but beneath the polished surface, his pulse beat wildly.
“You’ve got this,” Rowan said from the doorway, arms crossed, dressed in his usual all-black security fit. “Remember, don’t confess. Just shift the story.”
Cassian smirked. “What, like I’m some misunderstood celebrity with a redemption arc?”
Rowan gave a small nod. “Exactly.”
Cassian took a breath, squared his shoulders, and stepped onto the stage.
The lights hit him like a punch cameras clicked, flashes popped, and a low murmur ran through the crowd.
He adjusted the mic. “Good afternoon. I know most of you are here for answers. So let’s start with the obvious.”
He paused just long enough to let the tension simmer.
“The video that circulated earlier this week, showing an encounter between me and Julian Ward, has sparked a lot of conversation. Some of it fair. Most of it invasive.”
Murmurs again. Pens scratching. Phones recording.
“I won’t speak for him. But I will speak for myself. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve acted out. I’ve used parties and headlines like shields. But what happened in that hallway…”he looked directly into the cameras “wasn’t me putting on a show. It was me, cornered. Vulnerable.”
He let that hang in the air.
“I’ve been painted as the villain. As the embarrassment. But sometimes, people forget that I’m not just a name trending on social media. I’m a person. One who’s trying to do better.”
A beat.
“That’s why I’ve decided to turn this moment into something meaningful.”
The crowd stilled.
“I’m proud to announce a new charity initiative that will be hosted by Wexley Corp next month a gala supporting mental health awareness for LGBTQ+ youth. Details will follow soon.”
The room exploded. Reporters shouted questions, half the room scrambling to confirm with PR.
Cassian’s smile was calm. Measured.
Somewhere in the back of the room, Rowan gave him a discreet thumbs-up.
Cassian saw it and smiled. Just a little.
He stepped down from the podium with elegance, offering no further answers. No apologies. Just the perfect amount of mystery.
Taryn’s Office – Moments Later
Taryn nearly choked on her coffee.
She stared at the television in her office, jaw slack as Cassian’s press conference continued in full swing. The charity announcement was like a nuke dropped right onto Wexley Corp’s clean-cut image.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, already grabbing her phone.
“Get me PR, Events, Legal, everyone now!” she barked into the receiver. “Tell the team to clear the next month. I want timelines, concepts, a venue this event is happening whether Preston likes it or not.”
She hung up and ran a hand through her sleek bun. “Cassian Wexley, you beautiful, dangerous little hurricane.”
Later That Evening – Cassian’s Penthouse
Cassian lounged in his robe, a glass of wine swirling lazily in his hand as he flipped through the news channels. Every headline flashed his name. Every network was talking about the press conference.
He sipped his wine and smirked. Rowan sat nearby, scrolling on his phone, an eyebrow raised.
“You’ve officially hijacked a multinational corporation’s PR department,” Rowan commented dryly.
Cassian grinned. “Told you I was good at theatrics.”
His phone buzzed.
“Speak of the devil,” Cassian murmured, accepting the call.
Preston Wexley’s voice came through, low and furious. “Is this payback?”
Cassian leaned back against the couch cushions. “Excuse me?”
“You’re enjoying this,” his father snapped. “All of it. Hijacking the press. Announcing events under my company’s name. Humiliating us again.”
Cassian took another slow sip of wine. “I’m just being a good son.”
Preston scoffed. “You think this is some kind of game?”
“No. I think this is me clearing my name like we agreed.” Cassian’s voice turned silkier. “That was the deal, wasn’t it?”
A long silence stretched over the line.
Preston exhaled heavily. “You could’ve warned me.”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Cassian replied, then added with a smirk, “Don’t worry. I’m sure Taryn has it all under control.”
He ended the call before his father could respond, set the phone on the table, and reclined back with a self-satisfied sigh.
Rowan looked up from his phone. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Cassian lifted his glass. “Cheers to healing through chaos.”
Meanwhile…
Julian Ward sat alone in his penthouse, eyes glued to the TV screen. His jaw clenched as Cassian spoke, charming and unapologetic, reclaiming his image with grace.
When the charity announcement dropped, Julian’s face twisted in rage.
“He used it… he used me for this?”
He picked up the remote and hurled it at the screen. The glass shattered, fragments spraying across the floor.
“You smug little bastard,” he muttered.
He paced the room, seething, blood pounding in his ears.
Cassian wasn’t just surviving he was thriving. And he’d made Julian look like a fool in the process.
“Fine,” Julian growled, kicking over a stool. “Let’s see how long your kingdom lasts.”
Julian stormed into his office, face still contorted with fury. He snatched his phone and dialed a private number. It rang once before a low, gravelly voice answered.
“You said you’d handle it quietly,” Julian snapped.
“Plans changed. You went off-script.”
Julian paced furiously. “He humiliated me. On live television. And now there’s a damn gala? Everyone’s cheering him on like he’s some kind of savior.”
“You want it handled? Say the word.”
Julian’s jaw clenched. He glanced at the shattered TV, Cassian’s smug smile still burned into his memory.
“I want him to feel it. Not yet. But when it hits… it needs to hurt.”
“Understood.”
Julian hung up and stared at his reflection in the cracked screen. “Enjoy your little victory, Cassian. The real show’s about to begin.”
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