The lounge pulsed with low amber light and a slow rhythm of jazz that drifted lazily through the air like expensive perfume. Glass walls framed the glittering skyline outside, the city alive with countless lights that blinked against the night like distant stars. Inside, the atmosphere was intimate—soft leather couches, polished marble tables, and the quiet murmur of wealthy patrons indulging in late-night conversations.
Selene leaned back against the velvet sofa, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, swirling the deep red liquid inside her crystal glass with an expression of quiet satisfaction.
Across from her, Talia was scrolling through her phone, her manicured nails tapping lightly against the screen as she watched the numbers climb.
Views.Shares.Comments.
The article was spreading faster than either of them had anticipated.
A slow smile curved across Talia's lips.
"Well," she said, tilting the screen toward Selene, "look at that. Twenty thousand shares already."
