Wendy fumed as she scrolled through the online comments flipping in favor of Zoey. Seething, she immediately reached out to

John.

John was in a tight spot himself, having targeted Zoey only at Wendy's behest, and now found himself on the receiving end of a

warning from the higher-ups.

"Ms. Bennitt, I'm out of this game," he confessed, weariness in his voice. "The bigwigs have givena warning. Sorry, but you'll

need to find someone else."

The line went dead, and Wendy sat in disbelief. How dare slow-level agent hang up on her? She had only been polite to give

him face; it was her good upbringing. Who did he think he was?

She promptly tried to contact the company's top brass, but as soon as they heard it involved Zoey, they declined with veiled

excuses.

After she was rebuffed twice, her complexion darkened.

Watching as the online community shifted from attacking Zoey to condemning Yvonne, Wendy's expression grew even uglier.

However, a call from the Bennitts' provided a silver lining, inviting her to a soirée that evening to meet with Fitch.

"We'll subtly reveal your connection with Fitch tonight at the party," they told her. "You've just returned hand haven't mingled

much. You need to attend more events like this in the future."

Her mood lifted, and a smile graced her face for the first tthat day. She immediately agreed and began trying on evening

gowns.

online still gnawed at her, prompting her to

grin curled her lips. If Zoey dared show

She scrolled through her phone contacts, hesitating

He had blocked her long

led back

out of the house, left to starve

to open the door, not that it

only the good.

Zoey felt like that

from Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind act on his part would

soaring back to

a

the online mess. Right after I sent

the message, a mix of surprise, disbelief, and gratitude washing over

Tyler wasn't exactly a good guy. He

wasn't helping

she was thankful for the news

someone entered her office

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the company car

to the hospital delayed her. Wilma had collapsed from exhaustion after too many late nights. After

was alright, Zoey hurried to the soirée, arriving

mingling with a few partners, the spotlight above

it took a moment before she caught the whispered conversations

"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"

"Where?"

waitress

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