Vivienne's POV

The cold surface of the marble floor echoes dully as my phone crashes onto it, slipping from my unsteady grip. The screen glows mockingly, filled with posts defending that ridiculous little bakery. All those carefully orchestrated plans—months of strategy, fake reviews, and bribes convincing people to report food poisoning—obliterated in less than a day.

Every headline screams my failure:

"Golden Crust Bakery Exonerated on All ...