~Blair’s~

“Let her wear diamonds,” Blair mutters as she skims the final guest list. “Let her walk in wearing pride and satin. Tonight, she’ll choke on both.”

The ballroom is already glistening by the time she arrives; high glass ceilings, golden chandeliers, and soft cello playing in the background. Servers glide between CEOs and shareholders with wine flutes balanced like weapons. It’s a picture-perfect backdrop. Wealth-personified. Intentional.

Exactly how she designed it.

Blair adjusts her headset and gives the tech crew a nod from the control corner. They’re planted behind a partition, watching the camera feeds like hawks. Three angles. Two backups. One target.

Adele.

Blair stalks across the marble...