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The next morning, I arrived at work as usual.
Chloe was even earlier than me, humming a tune as she arranged flowers.
She saw me and deliberately sidled over, her eyes glistening, as if plucking up courage to speak:
“Scarlett, you finally didn’t argue with me yesterday. It’s the first time you’ve acknowledged me, and I’m so happy.”‘
Listening to her syrupy pretense of being wronged, ignoring the looks from those around us, I
smiled too and nodded:
“Yes, your proposal this time… it really is quite novel.”
She blinked, inching closer, pushing her luck:
“So, can I take over the schedule and logistics? Even Alex praised how clever I am, I’ll learn quickly.”
“Of course,” I replied calmly. “You can handle the front–of–house flow. I’ll oversee the audio and
back–end production.””
She froze for a second, as if she couldn’t believe I was being so agreeable this time. Afraid I’d change my mind, she nodded vigorously:
“Okay! I promise I won’t disappoint you!”
She really thought I had given up.
I watched her skip, without knocking, straight into Alexander’s office to deliver her good news. The frosted glass dimly showed their embracing silhouettes.
Later, I walked past the office and heard voices drifting from the crack in the door.
“Alex, why is she so easy to deal with now? Does she know she’s about to be sidelined?”
Chloe’s sickly sweet voice murmured.
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Alexander chuckled softly: “She doesn’t know how to adapt. She’ll dig her own grave eventually.”
“Tell me… can we take over all the upcoming projects too?”
“Once this wedding is over, her reputation in this industry will be ruined. People like her are too
much of a nuisance. It’s best to get rid of her early so there are no future worries.”
Excellent.
I pushed the door open, smiling: “There you are, I was just looking for you two.”
Chloe startled, quickly jumped off Alexander’s lap, feigning composure, and straightening her
clothes:
“Scarlett, don’t misunderstand, Alex and I, we were just discussing the front–of–house floral
arrangements~”
“Scarlett, don’t be dramatic. We’re just working.”
My gaze deliberately lingered between them. Under their tense stares, I simply nodded faintly:
“Don’t overwork yourselves. Remember to go through the full rehearsal tonight, so there are no
mistakes on the day.”
She saw that I wasn’t reacting according to her script, leaving her pre–prepared act useless. Her smile became forced.
I turned and left, the tiny camera clipped to my collar flashing a red light.
I knew this was just the beginning.
I wouldn’t rush my move.
I would let them dig their own graves, one by one, and jump right in.
I just needed to play one sound clip, flash one piece of paper, at the very end.
And I could bury them, leaving not even their bones behind.
This wedding would be their public execution.
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But I underestimated their viciousness.
