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.

still gnawed at her, prompting her

up, a sly grin curled her lips. If Zoey dared

Zoey puzzled over who might have helped her. She scrolled through her phone contacts, hesitating when she

He had blocked her

glimmer of hope, it always led back to Fitch, as if she couldn't remember

house, left to starve for days, yet would wag its tail

that its owner had simply forgotten to open the door, not that it was

only the good.

felt like that

points from Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind act

soaring back to

she hesitated, a message

out the online mess. Right after I sent him

a mix of surprise, disbelief, and

wasn't exactly a good guy. He had treated Maja

up . He wasn't helping her

thankful for the news he

pondered this, someone entered her office with an invitation

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the company car to

had collapsed from

Zoey hurried to the soirée, arriving

moment she stepped in, mingling with a few

before she caught

"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"

"Where?"

waitress in the gray

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