I stayed with Harley for some time as we discussed other things. Our conversation drifted to modeling—upcoming projects, potential collaborations, and the usual industry gossip. My mind kept trailing back, my instincts bugging me that I should look into it more.
Harley leaned back, tapping her fingers against the table. "So, what's the next step?"
"With what?"
"With Sandra and Sonia. We have the upper hand until they realize that we know of their evil scheme."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair "I temporarily even forgot about them."
Harley scoffed. "Must be nice. But I didn't forget. And I still think they should be punished for everything they've done."
I nodded, my fingers idly tracing the rim of my cup. "They will be. But the best punishment isn't just making them pay—it's making them suffer through public disgrace. When everyone sees them for what they really are, that's when it'll truly hit them."
Harley narrowed her eyes. "So, when, then?"
