Fiona leaned back in her chair, scrolling through the headlines with a smug smile. Laura's disgrace was plastered everywhere, her blind devotion to Kane now the punchline of the city. Fiona told herself she had the perfect man — Ethan. Loyal, devoted, hers completely. Kane was clever, yes, but Ethan was the one who truly belonged to her. She savored the thought, basking in her imagined triumph.
The courier dropped a plain envelope on her desk. No return address. No markings. Fiona slit it open, expecting documents or perhaps a congratulatory note. Instead, she found a burner phone, a folded slip of paper, and a small memory card. The handwriting on the note was sharp, deliberate:
Make everyone pay.
Her smile faltered. She powered on the phone. The screen lit up, displaying a single encrypted message:
Welcome Fiona.
