Chapter 96. The Fall

The clinking of crystal champagne flutes echoed in the high-vaulted living room of Layla Martine’s upscale apartment, a testament to her latest successful jewelry line. Adorned in a sleek, emerald silk gown that hugged every curve, Layla reveled in the admiring glances from her select circle of the city’s elite. The air was thick with the fragrance of white gardenias from the towering centerpieces, and laughter mingled with the soft strains of a string quartet.

“Darling, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time,” purred a silver-haired socialite, raising her glass toward Layla in a toast.

Layla flashed her a dazzling smile. “I always do, don’t I?” Her voice dripped with self-assurance as she sipped her champagne, eyes scanning the room for her next conversation - another opportunity to climb.

“Absolutely, your talent is as undeniable as your charm,” came another voice, this one smooth as honey and just as sticky with flattery.

“Flattery will get you everywhere