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. B

