Myron's POV
I adjusted my tie in the mirror. Tonight was going to be a good night. We needed a win. After that disaster with Stephanie at the office, and that damn dossier she had on us, Mother and I were feeling the pressure. But tonight was our world. The charity auction at the Grand Imperial. Everyone who was anyone would be there.
This was where we could hit back. We couldn't touch her physically, not with that file hanging over our heads. But we could destroy her reputation. A social death is a slow, painful one.
"Are you ready, darling?" Tiffany asked, spraying on more perfume. "I can't wait to see the look on her face when everyone finds out she's a fraud."
"That's the plan," I said, forcing a confident smile. "We'll spread the word. A few whispers in the right ears. 'Gold-digger.' 'Con artist.' 'Who knows where she came from?' By the end of the night, no one will even want to stand near her."
