That was before Veil Arrow Holdings became a name people whispered.
Before she learned to walk into rooms and change them without saying a word.
Back in the present, the video of her humiliation was still spreading, despite Gavin’s orders. It wouldn’t die.
Social media was a firestorm. Hashtags, memes, think pieces: “Orion’s Classism Exposed!”
Yet one headline screamed another: “Who Was the Woman They Kicked Off?” Lysandra didn’t read them. She didn’t need to.
Claire forwarded her the numbers. Orion’s stock was down 30% overnight. Investors were pulling out. Sponsors were backing away.
At headquarters, Gavin was on the phone, yelling at someone about damage control.
Tanya posted a tearful apology video, her makeup still perfect.
“I was just doing my job,” she said, her voice breaking just enough to seem sincere.
The comments tore her apart.
In a quiet moment at the hotel, Lysandra stood by the window, a glass of water in her hand.
