The sound of light rain tapped against the office windows, echoing the fury brewing inside Selena. Tasha stood hesitantly near the door, unsure whether to step further in. On Selena’s desk, a mess of media reports lay scattered—all of them featuring Evelyn’s face: serene smile, graceful pose, adored by the public.

“Look at this,” Selena muttered, pointing at the laptop screen.

> ‘Evelyn: The New Symbol of Modern Jewelry and Social Good.’

“Since when did the world become so easily deceived by a fake mask?”

Tasha lowered her gaze. “What are we going to do?”

Selena inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing. “We’re going to attack her at the very place she...