Chapter 97. The Rise and Fall

Camila Martinez strolled into the minimalist office, her heels clicking assertively against the polished concrete floor. Layla Martine sat behind a sleek glass desk, scrolling through her phone with a smirk that seemed permanently etched onto her face. The air was thick with tension. Camila’s shadow fell across the desk, and she leaned forward, hands braced on the cool surface.

“Rising to the top by stepping on others, Layla?” Camila’s voice sliced through the silence like a scalpel. “You should know, skyscrapers have the hardest falls.”

Layla looked up, her blue eyes cold as arctic ice. “And what would you know about my ascent, Camila? Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”

“Jealousy?” Camila chuckled dryly, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from her blouse. “I’m talking about the scandal, sweetheart. The one you’ve so artfully dodged-until now.”