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Witness
The morning after the Concordia Gala was quiet in Midtown…too quiet, for a city that usually woke up screaming. But in the penthouse apartment nestled atop a prewar building lined with wrought iron balconies and old world charm, quiet was not peace.It was a calculation.Miley stood on the balcony wrapped in one of Julius’s linen shirts, the fabric brushing her thighs, the hem barely meeting the curve of her wrist. Her fingers curled around a warm coffee mug, untouched. Her phone lay screen-down on the table beside her. She had not checked it since last night, but she did not need to.The silence of the morning was not the absence of sound.It was the weight of aftershocks.Below, the headlines rolled in like waves, some cautious, others gleeful:“Power Couple Reshuffles Concordia Board in One Night.”“Miley Rowe’s Standing Ovation Overshadows Planned Honorees.”“The Fall of Evelyn Lachlan: Inside the Gala’s Most Awkward Moment.”The gossip blogs had been less kind.“When You See the Sp
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The grand ballroom of the Whitmore Heritage Estate glittered like a jewel box. A sweeping staircase framed in antique marble. Live strings in the corner coaxed out a waltz. Servers moved in flawless choreography with flutes of champagne balanced on silver trays. It was the night of the Annual Concordia Gala, a staple of high society and philanthropic theater, where donations were not just offered, they were paraded.Miley Colton, dressed in a black velvet gown with a structured collar and minimalist emerald earrings, moved through the reception area with grace. Her name had been printed across the official gala flyers, across press invites, across the commemorative programs that now sat in every guest’s welcome packet.Top Contributor. Tech Philanthropist of the Year.And yet, the moment she checked in, something felt off.“We have you at Table Thirty-Seven, Ms. Colton,” the assistant at the welcome desk chirped, tapping the guest list with a manicured finger.Miley raised an eyebrow
Documentry
The studio lights burned hotter than usual. A sleek white couch, soft music underscoring each question, and the subtle click of cameras created the illusion of calm professionalism. Miley Rowe sat at the center of it all, composed in a navy power suit, her hands folded, her smile guarded but sincere. The backdrop behind her read: She Built This: Women Changing the Game.The documentary’s producer, Darla Keene, perched on her high stool across from Miley, armed with curated warmth and a cue card stack she wasn’t supposed to deviate from.“Let’s talk about the beginning,” Darla said brightly. “You were barely twenty-three. No investors. Just an idea. What was driving you?”Miley smiled. “Necessity and stubbornness.”A ripple of laughter moved through the small studio audience. The stage crew chuckled behind their headsets. All seemed in sync.Darla nodded. “You have credited your late nights and part-time jobs. But… we actually have someone here who says he played a big role in those ea
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The Veritas Tech Summit was the kind of place where legacies were forged…or shattered. Live-streamed across major networks, every panel was a theater of intellect and power. Bright white lights swept across the vast hall, casting shadows behind carefully curated displays of innovation. At center stage sat five figures on high-backed stools. At the center of them all, Miley Rowe.She wore charcoal gray, structured, bold with a single emerald pin glinting like a quiet promise. She was composed, spine straight, gaze clear as she answered a question on patent democratization in biotech.“…and if we want true innovation, we need to ensure patents don’t become vaults, they should be bridges,” she finished.The audience applauded, the moderator smiled. Then..“Excuse me.”A voice cut across the room and the panel paused.A man in a loose blazer, press badge clipped to his lapel, stood from the audience with a trembling hand raised.“I have a question, actually, a concern,” he said, stepping
Claps
The city glittered beneath the open rooftop terrace, all soft jazz, champagne flutes, and curated glamour. Manhattan’s skyline served as the backdrop for the evening, an ostentatious fashion fundraiser benefiting “urban youth creative outreach.” But beneath the polished façade, the air crackled with something less charitable.Miley Rowe stood near a table lined with hand-sewn gowns, smiling politely as cameras flashed. She had not planned to stay long. She would come out of obligation, the event was hosted by Celeste Albright, a mutual acquaintance with Quella Jenkins, and someone Miley had once mentored before Celeste’s sudden rise to social media “activism.”“Miley! Darling,” Celeste called, gliding over with champagne in one hand and an iPad in the other. She was dressed in silk organza and artificial sincerity. “So glad you made it. We are doing something really fun tonight. Surprise panel!”Miley blinked. “I was not told I would be speaking.”“Oh, but you speak so well,” Celeste
Deals aren't made like that
The conference room was colder than it needed to be…its sterile glass walls and brushed steel fixtures doing little to ease the tension humming beneath Miley’s skin.Across from her, Leonard Ramsey reclined, legs crossed, one hand stroking the trim of his salt-and-pepper beard while the other tapped an expensive Montblanc pen against the surface of the table. His smile was the kind that made Miley want to clench her fists. Polished! Practiced! Predatory!“You understand, of course,” he said, his tone oozing mock sympathy, “these things need some more... personal touch. I do not just invest capital, Miss Rowe. I invest faith. And I need to know…” he leaned forward, voice dropping low, “....if your leadership holds up under pressure.”Miley met his eyes squarely. “Then I hope you have brought a checklist.”Leonard chuckled as if she were a child playing at business. “Confidence. I like that.” He flipped the pitch folder open and skimmed the executive summary Miley had printed for him.
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