“Make sure every major media outlet runs the story by morning. I want Rosemary Divia’s face on the headlines again — just like before.”

Cassandra’s voice sliced through the perfume-scented air of her office. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the gray city skyline.

Her assistant, Leo, swallowed nervously. “But… Miss Cassandra, hasn’t she left the fashion world? Isn’t this a bit—”

“Too cruel?” Cassandra turned to him, eyes sharp as glass. “No, Leo. This is justice. She needs to learn that anyone who dares touch what’s mine will regret it for the rest of their life.”

Leo lowered his head, hiding the fear behind his neutral...