In Natalie's office, she and Mia were discussing the final plans for their upcoming perfume launch, while the news about Briena played on the TV.
"What the hell is wrong with this big production house? How can they give her so much importance? Have all the talented actresses in the world disappeared so they're left with this wimp?" Mia exclaimed, visibly irritated. "That bitch must be soaring high right now."
"The higher she soars, the harder she'll fall—and this time, she won't be getting back up," Natalie said calmly, her focus still on their work, barely glancing at the TV.
Mia raised a brow, studying her. "You seem awfully calm. What's going on?"
"Just know that, everything that is happening, is to bring her downfall," Natalie replied, calmly.
"Such a huge production house in play?" Mia mumbled, eyeing the TV again, then looking back at Natalie. "Is this your handiwork? Did you finally used the influence of your wealthy husband in a name?"
