Lucy fell quiet, her gaze fixed on Caleb as if she was trying to read the future through him. Deep down, she already knew—there was no way he could carry this revenge far enough to actually reach Maya. The girl's influence ran too deep, her networks too wide. Caleb might burn bright with anger, but he'd burn out long before touching her.
That was why Lucy made her choice. If he's going to destroy himself anyway… then I'll at least keep him safe until the end.
Caleb leaned back on the couch, exhaling through his nose, his head tipping toward the ceiling. Then something hit him, sharp and sudden.
"Wait… Mona," he muttered. His eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you ever give her a real job? She's still out there just… playing influencer?"
Lucy's lips pressed into a thin line. "I tried. She refused."
Caleb frowned, confused. "Refused? Why?"
"She said a nine-to-five would cage her. That being an influencer was better… more freedom, more money for less obedience."
