We all keep our eyes glued to the screen. Now we can only see the marble floor of the Maison Vanderbilt flagship store through the cracked camera glass. And, of course, hear Rebecca Vanderbilt’s threats to sue us. She screamed a lot, and we had to add several censoring “beeps” to the audio file.

“Wait for it,” Indira mutters, “wait for it… There it goes.”

Rebecca Vanderbilt stomps her expensive stiletto on the camera and the video goes black.

Indira clicks her tongue. “Best finale ever.”

“Yeah, pretty cool!” Hugo agrees.

“I’m posting a screenshot of the stiletto of death on Instagram,” Saffron says.

“Refresh the page,” Ada asks.

I do as she says.

“How many views?”

“Fifty thousand,” I say.

“How long ago did you upload this?” Hugo asks.

I check the clock window on the screen. “About an hour. Are fifty thousand views any good?”

“Are you kidding me?” Saffron asks. “You’re on the road to get batshit crazy viral, girl.”

I smile. “I hope everyone sees this, and that the IRS indicts them.”

Zane’s landline rings, and he walks back to his desk to answer. As soon as he picks up the receiver, he signals for us to quiet down. We do, while also taking the opportunity to eavesdrop on the conversation. Zane is in charge of distribution and it sounds like he’s negotiating with some other news outlet who wants to air the interview. And I don’t want to be too optimistic, but it seems like he’s talking to a TV network.

TV or not, I don’t finish listening in on the conversation because, at that moment, Richard walks through the front doors. Too happy to see him, I get up and almost run toward him. I catch myself just in time and stop a few feet away. Was I really about to launch myself at him and throw my arms around his neck?

“Hi,” I say. “Where were you? The interview went live an hour ago!”

Richard gives me an awkward smile. “I hit a bit of a road bump.”

“Oh, what happened?”

“I had to see Aurora.”

Ice spreads through my veins. “Vanderbilt?”

“The one and only.”

“Why?”

Richard sighs. “I wanted to give her fair warning. I didn’t want her to go to work today and get blindsided by the story breaking.” He shrugs. “I owed her that much.”

“I’m sure her mother must’ve told her by now,” I say a bit too aggressively.

“No, apparently she hadn’t. And anyway, nobody knew we were going live today, so…”

That’s very decent of him. I still wish he hadn’t done it. The thought of him and Aurora together, no matter the circumstances, makes me see red.

“How did she take it?”

“At first she wouldn’t believe me. I don’t think she was involved in the fraud. Her mother must’ve kept all their shady dealings from her.”

“And after you explained, did she believe you?”

“Oh, no.” Richard shakes his head. “Once the shock was over, she got mental! She tried to convince me not to publish the interview and once I refused, she… ah… threw her coffee at me.”