Selena stood in front of the large window in her quiet office. Outside, the sky was darkening, clouds mirroring the storm inside her mind. In her hand, a glass of red wine trembled slightly.

“She really won’t give up…” she muttered, staring at her own reflection in the glass.

Behind her, the soft sound of footsteps echoed.

“Selena,” her assistant said carefully, “the PR and legal teams want to discuss the press release.”

Selena turned, her voice flat. “I’m writing the statement. Not them.”

Her assistant hesitated. “But... maybe now isn’t the right time to—”

“I said I’m writing it,” Selena cut sharply.

The assistant nodded quickly and retreated. The...