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I gritted my teeth, but not a single word came out.
Her beauty was so sharp it almost hurt to look at. Her aura was overwhelming, making it hard to even breathe. That innate confidence and nobility that radiated from her bones-that was something I could never reach, no matter how hard I tried.
I was choking on the unfairness of it all.
Why did she get everything good in the world?
Why was the person I couldn’t have the one she didn’t even want?
It was like getting slapped across the face-hard.
She didn’t even bother wasting more words on me. She just tilted her head slightly, gaze cool and arrogant as she looked me over.
“You want to blacklist Lorde?” she said, voice full of challenge. “Well, I’ll make him a star.”
“I just want you to know exactly who really runs this place.”
She was openly declaring war.
She thought she could walk all over me?
She thought she could control everything?
I couldn’t swallow this humiliation. I bit back hard. “Fine, Leslic. You think I’m afraid of you?”
But I was already being crushed by her presence. I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t let her see that I was losing.
She just looked at me with a calm, cold smirk tugging at her lips.
“I hope you’ll still be this confident a few hours from now,” she said.
Then she turned and walked in, leaving me standing there trembling with rage.
She thought she’d won?
She was wrong. Dead wrong.
I, Vera, will never let her keep riding high.
Just wait and see, Leslie. You’re going to pay for this..
Leslie’s POV
I pushed open the glass doors of Aurora Entertainment. The chilled air mixed with a faint perfume scent, and neon light reflected wildly off the glass walls.
Behind me, Vera hurried in after me, her steps loud and fast-like a little wolf desperate to be noticed.
I glanced at her, said nothing, and headed straight to the front desk.
The receptionist’s eyes lit up the moment she saw me. Her voice turned respectful, practically reverent. “Miss Leslie, here to see Mr. Michael? He’s going to be thrilled!”
I gave a small nod and a polite smile. “Is he in? Can I go straight up?”
“Of course!”
The receptionist quickly stepped out from behind the desk and led the way to the elevator, pressing the button as smoothly and carefully as if she were afraid to delay me even one second.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vera standing off to the side, her expression dark and thunderous, like the sky before a storm.
Naturally, she couldn’t take being ignored.
She shrieked at the receptionist, her voice sharp as nails on a chalkboard. “Are you blind? Didn’t you see me standing here too?!”
Her tone grated so hard I nearly burst out laughing.
The receptionist froze, then calmly gave Vera a once-over and replied with a straight face, “You must be one of Audrey’s fans? The cosmetic surgery turned out alright, but unfortunately Audrey isn’t signed with our company.”
I nearly choked trying not to laugh.
Audrey? That flash-in-the-pan idol who built her whole career off her looks?
Vera’s face did resemble hers a bit-but that jab was brutal and perfect.
This receptionist?
A dangerous tongue on her.
And I loved it.
Leslie’s POV
Vera’s face flushed a deep red, nearly stomping in place from rage. “I’m not a fan! I want to see your boss, Michael! Tell him to come down and meet me!”
Her voice was so shrill it nearly pierced the ceiling, drawing glances from several people in the lobby.
But the receptionist remained calm, her tone as steady as ever. “Miss, you don’t have what it takes to be a star. You should head home.”
“To make it in this industry, looks aren’t enough. Besides, our company has a strict policy-we don’t take on surgically altered talent.”
That line lit the fuse.
Vera exploded. “So what if I had surgery? I didn’t use your money!”
She was practically screeching now, her face a storm of anger and shame. The sight filled me with such satisfaction I almost laughed out loud.
Leaning lazily against the elevator, I let out a soft chuckle and slowly gave her face a once-over. “If it were the pre-op Vera, I’d say she was a perfect fit for horror films.”.
“Who knows, the Oscars might even have to create a ‘Best Monster Award’ just for you.”
Her face went from red to green in seconds-like she’d just been skinned alive in public.
She whipped her head toward me, eyes blazing, and screamed, “Leslie, don’t think I won’t come after you! I swear I’ll get some thugs to-“
Ding.
The sharp chime of the executive elevator cut her off.
The doors slid open, and the cool gleam of polished metal reflected the amused curve of my lips.
I raised a brow, casting her a cold, mocking glance. “Vera, sure, you’ve got a mouth. But what about a brain? Next time you want to provoke someone, maybe weigh what you’re actually worth first.”
I didn’t spare her another look as I stepped into the elevator, leaving her there trembling with fury.
As the doors closed, fire and satisfaction swirled in my chest.
So you want to play, Vera? Fine. This game is just beginning.
The elevator doors opened to the executive floor. Michael came striding out, scanning the room. The second he saw me, relief spread across his face.
I offered him a light smile as he hurried over with that familiar eager expression.
“Miss Leslie! You could’ve just called. No need to trouble yourself with a visit.”