The night air was sharper than it had been two weeks ago, biting through Jennie’s thin silk blouse.The moment she stepped into the dimly lit bar, the atmosphere shifted. The low hum of chatter died instantly, replaced by a brittle, frozen silence. People looked away, their eyes darting to their drinks. They knew. They knew what had happened fourteen days ago, but they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut.Jennie scanned the room. There were no flashing bulbs, no paparazzi, no whispers. The few people who had dared to post about her "accident" on social media two weeks ago had been dealt with. Some were facing ten years in prison; others, four. The Vilonia name had scrubbed the internet clean of her shame.Maintaining her composure was a struggle, but she walked in as if she still owned the city. She spotted Anita, a friend who worked in the administrative wing of the Vilonia offices, waving from a corner booth.Jennie pasted a practiced smile on her lips and slid into the seat
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