2025-06-16 00:03:48The morning news was in full swing, the city’s top channels competing for viewers with dramatic headlines and breaking stories.
But today, the biggest story wasn’t about politics or scandals—it was about Brent Walker, once the king of the city’s skyline, now reduced to a man living in a modest, old-fashioned house. The camera zoomed in slowly on the small, weathered home nestled on a quiet street, its paint peeling and garden patchy.The contrast was striking. Gone were the glass towers and marble halls. This was a humble house, plain and worn. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer said with a teasing smirk, “here it is—Brent Walker’s new home. The billionaire who lost it all, now living simple and small.” Behind the scenes, producers chuckled as they added captions flashing across the screen: “From penthouses to porches” and “The fall of a titan.” At the luxurious Chen family estate, Sarah’s mother recl
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234 - A NIGHT TO BE REMEMBERED
Sarah Chen sat in the back of a sleek black luxury car, her diamond earrings catching the streetlights as the driver cruised down Fifth Avenue. She checked her makeup for the tenth time, her red lips perfect, hair pinned flawlessly. Tonight was her night — the New York Business Awards, broadcast live across every major network. “#NYBAwards #QueenSarah,” she’d posted earlier. She leaned forward, tapping the tinted glass. “How’s the dress?” she asked her assistant Kara, who was squeezed next to her, clutching Sarah’s clutch bag and a folder of fake donor stats. “Perfect, Miss Chen. Everyone will stare,” Kara said, her smile forced. Sarah smirked. Of course they would. She had paid enough to rig it all — the interviews, the nomination, the online votes. She’d even slipped envelopes to the right people. After tonight, the Chen name woul
233 - BRENT WALKER NEVER LOSES
Kenneth Chow believed in two things: money and power. He buttoned his navy suit jacket with steady hands, admiring himself in the mirror of the West Regency Hotel’s executive restroom. His hair was slicked back perfectly, shoes polished to a mirror shine, and his gold cufflinks gleamed under the white lights. Today, he would speak on the main stage at the Asia-Pacific Legal Integrity Conference. Hundreds of lawyers, judges, and corporate clients were in attendance, eyes all waiting to hear Kenneth Chow’s “wisdom.” “Protecting Corporate Integrity,” his topic read on the digital banners. Kenneth smirked. Irony was delicious. Years ago, Kenneth was the senior lawyer for Chen Industries. Whenever Brent Walker submitted proposals, Kenneth would “lose” them, rolling his eyes. “Coffee boy trying to think,” he once sneered, tossing Brent’s files into the trash. “You’re not lawyer m
232 - KARMA IS A BITCH
Lydia Song checked her reflection in the mirrored wall, fixing her glossy waves and tapping the mic pinned to her blouse. Today was her day. She stood on the stage of the luxe SkyBridge Conference Center, looking down at the ring-lit crowd of influencers, small business owners, and fresh PR interns, all seated in rows with notebooks, iced coffees, and bright, hungry eyes. The banner above her read: “LYDIA SONG: MASTERING THE ART OF PUBLIC IMAGE” Years ago, Lydia was Sarah Chen’s PR manager, the queen of spinning scandals into trending hashtags. Back then, she’d joined Sarah in humiliating Brent, calling him: “Oh, the coffee donkey,” “Sarah’s charity case,” “Too slow to even get a coffee order right.” She spread rumors around Chen Industries about Brent being “cre
231 - REVENGE SERVED COLD
Gregory Lin loved being the loudest voice in the boardroom. He wore tailored suits, always a shade too bright, and carried the latest phone, slamming it onto the table during meetings to get attention. He laughed loudly, cracked crude jokes, and made junior staff uncomfortable with his constant bragging. Years ago, when Brent Walker was just Sarah’s assistant, Gregory made it a point to humiliate him in front of the others. “Coffee boy, can’t you even walk straight?” “What, too broke to buy decent shoes?” Gregory would toss Brent’s paperwork across the table, smirking, while Sarah chuckled beside him. Brent’s jaw would tighten, but he would pick up the papers quietly and continue working. Now, Gregory stood in the shimmering lobby of the Chen Industries tower, sipping his overpriced espresso, scrolling through social media. “Another record quarter.” “Chen Indu
230 - KARMA IS REAL
Tiffany Wu had built her entire identity around being seen. She strutted into the Grand Sapphire Hotel’s ballroom, the hem of her glittering silver dress sweeping across the marble floors. Her hair was styled in perfect waves, makeup sharp enough to slice through the soft lighting. Cameras flashed as she paused at the entrance, tilting her head just right, her lips forming her practiced influencer smile. “Queen Tiff in the building 💅✨.” “Another red carpet conquered.” “#LivingTheDream.” She waved at the sea of influencers and socialites gathered for the Galaxy Influencer Awards, each step a quiet reminder that Tiffany Wu believed she was untouchable. Years ago, Tiffany was Sarah Chen’s closest friend at college. They would sit at the cafe with iced lattes, laughing while Brent Walker mopped around them, wiping tables. “Loser boy, clean faster!” Tiffany had once shouted, thr
229 - LAUGHING STOCK
Vivian Miranda Chen had always believed money was everything. She sipped her imported green tea in delicate silence, seated at the head of a polished mahogany table in the Pearl Club, the city’s most exclusive high-society women’s club. Her diamond earrings sparkled under the chandeliers, and the silk scarf around her neck was embroidered with her initials, “V.C.”, in gold thread. Around her, women in designer dresses laughed lightly, pretending to be gracious while silently competing over handbags, vacations, and whose daughter had the richer husband. Vivian thrived in these games. “Sarah’s been quiet lately,” one woman with pearl earrings said lightly, sipping her tea. Vivian’s eyes sharpened. “She’s focusing on her business. We’re Chen Industries, dear. We don’t crumble.” They nodded politely, hiding smirks behind teacups. Everyone had see
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