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    “Of course!” K smirked, the picture of unwavering confidence. “Noah has always wanted me. Sadie is nothing more than a temporary distraction. The moment she’s out of the picture, he’lle back to where he belongs.”


    Vivi didn’t question her further.


    Whether K seeded or not was of little concern. What mattered was securing her own victory.


    “In that case, we have a deal.” Vivi lifted her ss, her expression unwavering. “Here’s to a sessful partnership.”


    K met her gaze, raising her own ss in turn. The crystal clinked between them, the sound crisp, almost celebratory.


    “To a sessful partnership!” K echoed, a triumphant glint in her eyes.


    With the pact sealed, the two women wasted no time in plotting, dissecting every angle of their scheme. They mapped out each move with surgical precision—from how the rumors would be nted to the designers they would enlist in their quiet campaign to dismantle Sadie.


    “I’ll start by dropping subtle hints, just enough to stir curiosity and gauge others’ reaction,” Vivi said, tapping her manicured fingers against the rim of her ss. “Once the whispers gain traction, I’ll reach out to designers who’ve had grievances with Sadie—stoke the fire, push them toward a boycott.”


    K nodded in approval.


    “Smart. We’ll move forward with that.” She swirled her wine, watching the deep red liquid coat the sides of the ss. “I’ll have my people monitor the online chatter. The moment the tide shifts in our favor, we strike the next blow.”


    Vivi’s lips curled in satisfaction.


    To them, Sadie was nothing more than an obstacle—a name that would soon be erased from the industry’s memory.


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    K sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette bathed in the light. She took a slow sip of wine, her smile smug, confident. Everything was unfolding exactly as she had envisioned.


    It was only a matter of time before Sadie was reduced to nothing but a cautionary tale.


    A few dayster, K sat on the edge of her seat, her manicured fingers tapping impatiently against her phone screen as she refreshed the news feed. Any moment now, she expected to see scathing headlines about Sadie, the rumors she and Vivi had so carefully nted taking root and spreading like wildfire.


    But the screen remained stubbornly quiet. Her brow furrowed as she scrolled—nothing. No whispers of scandal, not even a hint of controversy. It was as if the rumors had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace behind.


    Her stomach twisted with unease.


    This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.


    By now, Sadie should have been drowning in condemnation, her career teetering on the edge of ruin.


    The sharp click of heels against the floor yanked her from her thoughts. Her assistant burst into the room, flustered and breathless.


    “Miss Wade, something’s wrong!”


    K turned, irritation shing across her face.


    “Why are you panicking? Compose yourself.”


    The assistant swallowed hard.


    “It’s… it’s about Miss Hudson. The negative posts—they’re gone! Wiped clean from the inte! And now… now people are praising her.” The assistant’s voice wavered. “She’s being hailed as a visionary designer, a woman of impable talent and integrity. Industry leaders are rallying around her!”


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