Anna turned sharply, jaw tightening, while Fiona stood with crossed arms and a smug twist to her lips. The staff had already started whispering about Fiona's increasingly pretentious behavior, but Fiona didn't care. Not as long as her fans continued to cheer for her.
She had failed to sway Wilsmith.
But she'd made sure to use her celebrity influence elsewhere—fueling her toxic fan club and nudging them to create a petition to replace Anna.
She kept her involvement hidden, acting the innocent victim.
But the plan was working.
Her fans were loud and relentless, and the petition numbers were rising. And Fiona watched all of it unfold with a triumphant smile, convinced that soon, very soon, her dream of throwing Anna off this project would become a reality.
"Everyone here might favor you, but I'll make sure they all see what kind of woman you truly are," Fiona spat, her voice sharp enough to slice the air. "Running after every man just to climb up in success."
