AYRA I watched as Olivia realized, probably for the very first time in her life, that she had no power to bend someone else to her will. And she wasn't taking it well. Her bottom lip trembled in anger, her fists clenched so tight they turned white. Her carefully composed exterior was cracking, and I was here for it. Then Lucy broke into laughter, making the already tense atmosphere even more unbearable. “Well, who would’ve thought he had the balls? But honestly, you both deserved this. I should’ve live-streamed the whole mess. I can see the hashtags now: #TroubleInTheYaldonEmpire, #RichPeopleDrama—” “This doesn't leave this room.” Olivia snapped, cutting her off mid-cackle. “And Lucy, just because I've let you off with this foolishness doesn’t mean you get to spew nonsense. Have I made myself clear?” Lucy’s face flushed with embarrassment as she grabbed her bags, slipped on her sunglasses, and muttered, “Clear,” before storming out. I took that as my cue to get the hell out, too.
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