Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty right: A New Better JobLoreta led Emma back to her home, their steps slow as they processed the heavy conversation that had unfolded between them. The cool night air felt fresh, almost like a promise of something new, and for the first time in a long while, Loreta felt a sense of peace begin to settle over her.Inside the house, Loreta motioned for Emma to sit down at the dining table. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the lamp overhead, casting long shadows against the walls. Emma hesitated for a moment before sitting down, still unsure of how to handle the weight of everything that had just happened.“I meant it when I said I want to help,” Loreta began, her voice quiet but resolute. She took a seat across from Emma, folding her hands in her lap. “Not because I feel like I owe you, but because it’s the right thing to do. You’ve been through so much because of something that happened to me, and I can’t just let that go.”Emma rubbed her
Chapter Two hundred and thirty nine: The Picture That Could Change EverythingLoreta’s eyes were fixed on Emma’s phone as the younger woman nervously tapped the screen. A few quick swipes, and there it was, the photograph Emma had taken that night, the one that had cost her job. Loreta felt her breath hitch as she leaned in to get a closer look.The image was grainy, the dim lighting of the VIP room casting shadows over the men’s faces, but their postures told the story as clearly as if it were in high definition. Two men—powerful, entitled—closing in on a figure pressed against the wall. The figure, a woman, her hands raised in defense, her body tense with fear.A sick feeling pooled in Loreta’s stomach as she recognized the scene. It was her. That night she’d tried so hard to forget. She could almost feel the cold pressure of the wall against her back, the overwhelming stench of cologne mixed with sweat. But now, looking at this image, she felt something else—a spark of anger
Chapter 240: The Missing StarThe atmosphere in the grand hall was electric, every inch of space filled with a carefully orchestrated sense of anticipation. Rows of sleek, metallic chairs were lined up before a stage adorned with banners bearing Tether’s emblematic logo, an elegant fusion of corporate prestige and youthful energy. Photographers clutched their cameras, lenses gleaming under the polished spotlights, while journalists held notebooks at the ready, murmuring excitedly amongst themselves.It was a big day for Tether—the unveiling of their most ambitious celebrity endorsement yet. Loreta, the face of countless successful campaigns, was set to become their brand ambassador, and today was supposed to be her moment. They had pulled every string to make this event an extravagant display of power and promise. Behind the scenes, executives and publicists paced, checking their watches and exchanging anxious glances. Every detail had been rehearsed to perfection, every photo angle
Chapter Two hundred and forty one: The Silent arrest The morning light filtered gently through Loreta’s apartment windows, casting a soft glow over her tidy living room. She moved around, humming quietly as she watered her plants and sipped her coffee, an expression of calm contentment on her face. There was no trace of the whirlwind that had descended on her life the day before—no sign of the media frenzy, the missed signing, or the countless messages piling up on her phone. She moved through her morning as though the world outside her door didn’t exist.A sudden, firm knock interrupted her peaceful routine, echoing through the stillness of her home. She paused, setting her coffee cup down, and moved to the door without a hint of hesitation. When she opened it, she found two police officers standing in uniform, their expressions serious. Behind them, a representative from Tether looked on, his gaze a mixture of anger and bewilderment.“Loreta Mendez?” one of the officers asked,
Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Two: The Negotiation The lawyers wasted no time and went straight to business, notifying them of what brought him. The conference room was cloaked in tense silence as Loreta sat alongside her attorney, Mr. Martin Lowell. Across the polished oak table, representatives from Tether shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their faces marked with barely concealed anxiety. Their team was composed of high-level executives, legal advisors, and the very men Loreta had quietly captured in her phone’s lens—men who now avoided her gaze as though her eyes alone could shatter their composure.The room felt charged, with every tick of the clock amplifying the pressure that loomed over Tether’s representatives. They were here to discuss an unexpected counterclaim, one that no one on their end had anticipated.Martin Lowell placed his briefcase on the table, opened it with a deliberate calm, and removed a thick folder. It’s edges were crisp, the contents organized t
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three: A Twisted RevelationGeorgina’s hand clenched around the wine glass, knuckles turning white as she scrolled through the news updates on her tablet. The headline splashed across the screen made her stomach churn with anger:"Tether Legal Drama Resolved with Rising Star Loreta Mendez.This was supposed to have gone in a completely different direction. Her plan had been simple, efficient, and, up until now, flawless. Loreta Mendez was just supposed to be a pawn—a bright, naive young woman Georgina could manipulate into stepping right into Tether’s spotlight. She’d set it all up: the endorsements, the publicity, even the quiet pathway that would eventually lead Loreta straight to Bloom Entertainment, where Georgina could finally unleash her real agenda.Instead, Loreta had defied her. And worse, she'd done it with a strange, quiet resilience that only made Georgina’s blood boil.She took a deep, steadying breath, glancing out over the city lights s
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Four: A Grateful EncounterLoreta Mendez walked through the polished halls of MTD Entertainment’s headquarters, her heels clicking with a steady rhythm. She held her head high, a sense of pride swelling in her chest as she neared Chris Preston’s office. Her recent success had brought her a kind of freedom she hadn’t expected, and she knew that Chris had been a significant part of that victory.When she’d first felt the walls closing in, the lawsuit tightening around her, Loreta had been certain her budding career was about to crumble. That’s when she’d called Chris, her former classmate and the most competent president she knew in the entertainment industry. He hadn’t hesitated to step in and guide her through the chaos, providing insight, strategy, and even connections she hadn’t realized she’d need. And now, after the smoke had cleared and she could finally see the path ahead, Loreta knew she owed him a debt of gratitude.As she reached the frosted
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Five: The Cost of De fiance. The dim, cold light filtered through the narrow windows high above, casting eerie shadows over the sleek, empty room. Gareth knelt in the center, head bowed, hands clenching into fists against the polished floor. He felt the chill seep into his bones, but he didn’t dare lift his head, didn’t dare breathe too loudly. Not here, not now. Not in front of her. Georgina S. Brown sat a few feet away, reclining in her chair with a quiet, unnerving elegance. She watched him, her gaze as piercing and controlled as the silence that blanketed the room. She wasn’t known for her patience, but tonight she seemed almost languid, allowing each second to drag out as if savoring the tension filling the air. Finally, she leaned forward, breaking the silence with a soft, dangerously calm voice. “Do you understand why you’re here, Gareth?” He swallowed, throat dry, and managed a shaky nod. “Yes, Ms. Brown.” She let out a faint, almost amuse