The Ceo's possession: claiming his chaos
"Everyone saw that video. We know what you are. You’re unworthy of even standing on this floor."
"And yet," Ariana said, gesturing to the grand room, "I’m the one wearing the Star, and you’re the one standing here shouting like a common harpy. If being 'worthy' means having a personality like yours, I’ll happily stay in the gutter. At least the company is better there."
"You... you bitch!" Tiffany raised her glass as if to throw the champagne, but Ariana caught her wrist in a grip of iron.
"Don't," Ariana whispered. "I’ve already hacked your private server once tonight out of boredom. If you splash that drink, I’ll leak your father’s offshore tax returns before you hit the floor. Try me."