That night Alex couldn't wipe the happy smile off her face. A victory, however it came about, was always worth savoring. She could hardly believe how easily she'd gotten back at Kylie — not that she was finished with her; the girl still owed her for the drugging and everything that followed. Had Alex known Kylie had even been thrown out by her own father that very night, she'd have slept with an even wider grin, though that particular satisfaction would reach her soon enough.
By the time they finally reached home, both women were drained from the long day's effort. Fidelia went straight to her room, showered, and collapsed as though the world had stopped turning. She had a full morning ahead, countless posts about Alex to manage, all needing to stay positive to keep the fans multiplying, so she needed the rest badly. Managing a rising star's image was, she'd learned, a job that never truly clocked off.
