gently on the windows of Zara's penthouse like a polit

he di

her ex-fiancé who left when she became more successful than him.

encounter with Jaden

cup of hibiscus tea. Below, Lagos pulsed with light and movement,

hone

tudio tomorrow. There's so

mmoned. But something about the message.

part of her that hadn't turne

-

udio, dressed in her usual armor: a sleek black dress,

s. But the studio wasn't empty - scattered around the room were campaign as

entered, holding

u c

tly," sh

time, he was all bus

said, nodding toward the others. "I want

rd the boards. What s

aign had

on - it was about power through self-possession. It showed a woman dressed like a CEO, staring down a room full of

ersive. Fre

pers

fume," Jaden said quietly. "I

ghtened. She loo

than your brand," he said. "And

sed to this

d feared her mistakes, but no one ever paused

by pushing this," she

plied. "It's the only pla

ment. Something unspoken swel

called from

ownstairs. He's early

ed. The sp

to re

irection," she said. "But don't get too

slightly. "I don'

respond. Sh

-

ight, the st

Kane, seated with his ever-smug expression, was already spinning a new story - one filled with questions about Zara's perso

t, firm, precise - but the

ded a w

the PR manager stormed

Power Campaign just hit. We'

oom p

let from her and scrol

o face the bo

lcome to the f

-

watched the live numbers rise on his phone screen -

't smiling

had finally let the world

eneath her steel - she wa