In her office, Fidelia scrolled through the comment storm on Alex's official account, increasingly certain of what she was looking at. One account in particular kept resurfacing — the same one pushing the ring comparison, the same one that had posted the original photos. It had the unmistakable fingerprint of something built specifically for this purpose, down to the timing of its posts, always arriving right as an argument started to cool off.
She picked up the phone and had the company's cyber team trace its IP address before the hour was out. The results confirmed exactly what she'd suspected: the address matched Aria's personal social media account precisely, no obfuscation attempted at all — whoever set it up clearly hadn't expected anyone competent to look this closely.
Fidelia allowed herself a slow, satisfied smirk. This had CANDIDE written all over it — Aria's idea of getting even for the humiliation at the store.
