Sweet Revenge, Mr. CEO
Liz and her companion—a slender brunette dripping in diamonds—had just walked into the adjacent shoe section, completely unaware that the velvet curtain wasn't fully drawn.
I reached into my bag, my fingers pulling out my phone. Carefully, I opened the camera module, and angled the lens through the narrow gap between two silk gowns. The digital frame locked directly onto Liz’s face as she picked up a pointed-toe mule.
“...Honestly, I’m still furious with Vivian,” Liz’s voice drifted over the top of the rack, dripping with disdain. “Since when did she start allowing riffraff into the inner circle? I can’t fathom what she’s thinking, even contemplating nominating Elena for the charity committe
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