Lee Sara was already waiting.
She stood by the balcony, wrapped in a sleek cream blazer over a silk cami, hair tied back in that rich-girl-I-just-woke-up-like-this way.
Her perfume hit Ling's nose before her voice did—light jasmine and expensive problems.
"You must be Ling," Sara said, smile lazy but confident. "I've heard so much."
Ling smirked.
"All lies, probably."
They sat. Ordered wine.
Talked. Laughed.
And when Sara leaned in close during a story about getting caught dancing on a hotel rooftop in Paris, Ling noticed the way her laugh didn't feel like a threat.
Just... warm.
Junji, watching from the bar like a spy, snapped the first photo.
Click.
Sara's hand resting near Ling's.
Glasses half-empty. A blur of city lights behind them. No faces—just vibes.
Ling's hand perfectly manicured. A flash of Sara's white sleeve.
She posted it within seconds.
IG Story:
🍷✨
No tags. No location. No mercy.
Orm was scrolling in the dark.
Still wrapped in last night's designer sheets, eyes red from no sleep. She had stared at her phone for two hours before refreshing Ling's IG—again—and again—and then she saw it.
Wine glasses. Rooftop lights.
A laugh frozen in a blur.
Her stomach twisted. She zoomed in.
That wasn't Junji.
That wasn't a business dinner.
That was a date.
Orm shot up from bed, heart pounding like a war drum.
"No," she muttered, voice cracking. "She wouldn't."
She called. It rang once. Then:
"This number is no longer in service."
Orm's hand tightened around her phone. She hurled it across the room and heard it crack against the wall.
"She fucking blocked me."
The next day – at the office
Ling walked in, coffee in hand, looking like she had eight hours of sleep and zero mental breakdowns. Because she did.
And she was actually... smiling.
"Someone's in a good mood," her assistant teased.
Ling just shrugged. "Life's short."
And right on cue, Junji strutted in behind her with sunglasses on indoors and a grin made of pure chaos.
"Step two begins now."
She grabbed Ling's phone and posted a pic to her story:
A close-up of Ling's hand holding a matcha latte, soft-focus gold bracelet, Sara's jacket draped in the background.
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