The private lounge on the top floor of Milan Entertainment was unusually quiet that afternoon.
The room had been designed for celebrities, executives, and investors who preferred privacy over publicity.
Very few people had access to it.
Which was exactly why Talia liked it.
She sat comfortably near the window with one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine resting lightly between her fingers.
A tablet lay on the table in front of her.
The screen displayed article after article.
News updates.
Entertainment reports.
Social media discussions.
For nearly twenty-four hours, she had enjoyed every second of it.
The photographs had spread even faster than she expected.
People were talking.
Arguing.
Speculating.
The internet had practically torn itself apart discussing Adrian Cross and Evelyn Hart.
For once, it felt like things were finally moving in the direction she wanted.
Then Victor Cross had opened his mouth.
Talia took another sip of wine.
