The afternoon sky hung dimly as Selena stared at her laptop screen in the stillness of her office.

Before her was a series of digital folders—names of former assistants, ex-creative teams, past campaign partners. All people who had once worked with Evelyn. Some names meant nothing. But one or two sparked a sly glint in her eyes.

“There are so many people Evelyn left behind… wounded,” she murmured. “I just need to remind them.”

She clicked the call button on her screen, dialing a contact named Rena—Evelyn’s former stylist who had been fired during a major campaign two years ago.

“Selena?” the voice on the other end sounded surprised, hesitant....