In the makeup room, Lena sat alone, scrolling through comment threads that were equal parts vicious and gleeful. Her lips pulled into a tight smile. Her eyes had a cold, satisfied glint.
She opened her encrypted messaging app and typed to Fati:
[Push the video harder. I want more fake accounts flooding the comments. We can't let them bounce back from this.]
Fati replied almost instantly:
[Already done. The original security footage has been"accidentally"erased. They won't be able to prove it's fake.]
Lena stared at the screen for a moment, then typed again:
[No mistakes this time. This one needs to stick.]
She set her phone down and picked up her script, flipping to her next scene.
If anyone walked in, they'd see a focused actress, calmly reviewing her lines.
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