She pressed a hand to her heart for effect, lowered her lashes, and ended the video.
A smile.... sharp as a blade... formed on her lips.
She immediately uploaded the video to her private burner account that she used to leak "public opinion–shifting narratives." It would circulate fast enough.
Then she opened her messages.
LU ZEYAN.
Her thumbs danced across the screen.
SHUYIN:
You should transfer more money.
A pause.
Then another text.
SHUYIN:
I just helped quench your scandal. The least you can do is show appreciation.
She stared at the messages, still smiling.
Let them think whatever they want.
Let him panic.
Let the world twist itself into whatever shape it needs to.
She leaned back in the seat, gaze cold, amused, and entirely done.
"Three months, Zeyan," she whispered to herself. "Good luck."
LU ZEYAN — OFFICE
The phone vibrated against Lu Zeyan's desk, a single, innocuous buzz.
