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206 - SINKING PARTY
Sarah stood on the deck of the massive white yacht, the Miami sun making the gold trim on her dress sparkle as if she were wrapped in light. Cameras flashed as influencers moved around her, filming her as she lifted a glass of champagne, forcing a perfect smile. She tilted her head, letting her hair fall just right, ignoring the tightness in her chest. “Chen Industries is stronger than ever,” she said to a reporter, her voice clear. The reporter nodded, smiling, but the camera lens felt cold on Sarah’s skin. She held the smile until the camera dropped before letting her jaw clench. Behind her, Kara was adjusting place cards on the tables, careful not to drop any glasses. The yacht crew moved in and out, carrying trays of hors d’oeuvres, the scent of shrimp and lemon drifting through the warm air. Music pumped softly from the speakers, the bass thrumming under Sarah’s heels. --- Sarah walked to the rail,
205 - VIP GALA FALL
Sarah stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the diamond necklace around her neck. The new black velvet gown hugged her figure perfectly, the slit high enough to draw attention without looking desperate. Her hair was pinned into a sleek wave, makeup flawless, eyes sharp. Kara hovered near the door, holding a clipboard, careful not to make a sound. Sarah’s phone buzzed on the vanity, and she snatched it up. It was a reminder for the night: *Global Hearts Charity Gala – Keynote Speech at 8:00 PM.* Sarah’s lips curled as she dropped the phone into her clutch. “Tonight,” she whispered to herself, “I take it back.” She would remind them who Sarah Chen was. She would remind them that Chen Industries still stood, stronger than ever. --- The ballroom was a sea of crystal chandeliers, white roses, and soft violin music. Influencers moved like hungry birds, cameras in hand, whispering to each ot
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Sarah sat at the edge of the bed in the penthouse, the lights of the city blinking like cold eyes outside the glass. She was scrolling through her phone, jaw tight as she watched Chen Industries’ stock graph dip lower, red lines cutting through the green. Her heart thudded so loud she almost didn’t hear the door open. Damien walked in, his black coat brushing against his legs, his phone still in his hand. He looked calm, too calm, as he pulled off his gloves. “It’s done.” Sarah’s eyes snapped up. “What?” Damien tossed the gloves on the table and smirked. “Shipment cleared. The biggest deal we’ve had. They paid in cash.” Sarah blinked, the tension in her shoulders loosening just a little. “You did it?” she whispered. Damien nodded, checking his messages. “We’re covered. For now.” Sarah exhaled, leaning back, a small, cold smile spreading across her lips. Chen Indus
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Sarah sat in front of the vanity mirror, brushing her hair even though it was already perfect. Her eyes were red from another night of screaming at people who didn’t listen. She could hear the soft ping of notifications on her phone, but she was too afraid to look. Her reflection looked tired, but she lifted her chin, forcing a small, fake smile. Today, she would fix everything. Today, the world would see her as the queen again. Kara peeked in, holding a steaming cup of coffee. “Ms. Chen, the PR team is waiting. The influencers are ready for the live Q\&A.” Sarah grabbed the cup and took a sip, letting the warmth steady her hands. “Get them ready. I want the best lighting.” She stood up, rolling her shoulders back as if she could shake off the fear. --- The lights in the studio were bright, too bright, making Sarah’s skin look almost too smooth, too polished. The influencer across from her, a young
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Sarah sat in her penthouse office, staring at her cracked phone screen. She could still hear her own voice from the livestream replaying in her head, sharp and ugly. Her face had been everywhere, frozen mid-scream, turned into a joke. She slammed her palm on the desk, rattling the crystal vase of white roses. Kara stood by the door, not daring to breathe too loud. Sarah’s eyes snapped up, sharp as a knife. “Get the PR team,” Sarah hissed. “Now. We flood every feed with wedding shots, new deals, charity stories. *Anything* that makes me look untouchable.” Kara nodded, backing out like she might get bitten. Sarah turned to her laptop, pulling up her social feeds. The hashtags were still trending, but not the way she wanted. **#FraudSarah** **#ChenCollapse** **#LeftoversForBrent** She bit her lip until she tasted blood. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was the queen—untouchable,
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Brent sat in the cold, quiet underground mansion, screens lighting up his tired but sharp eyes. His fingers tapped lightly on the metal table as the hum of servers filled the room. This was not a place of comfort, but a war room, and Brent was ready to begin the shadow war. Ling sat beside him, her laptop open, code flying across the screen as her black hair fell over her shoulder. She was the one who could freeze accounts, send legal letters, and track hidden funds without leaving a single fingerprint. Her calm made the room feel colder, her eyes never leaving the numbers shifting in green and red on her screen. Adam leaned back on a crate, rolling a toothpick between his teeth as he scrolled through influencers’ pages. He knew who was fake and who would sell out for a rumor that would boost their views. Every few minutes, he would look at Brent and nod once, letting him know the seeds were planted. Jam
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