Glass Walls

The penthouse was a vacuum, the air scrubbed of everything but the scent of ozone and the rhythmic, aggressive pinging of a tablet screen. Elena Vance sat at the marble island, the cold surface biting into her forearms as she watched the digital slaughter of her reputation in real-time. Marcus had been surgical. A series of private, out-of-context photos—taken during their most volatile nights—had been leaked to the tabloids, paired with a narrative that pa

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