If there is one thing I've learned from a life full of storms, drama, and impulsive decisions as cute as my face…
It is this—Reputation is like a stray cat.
You never know when it will show up, but once it does… it will scratch everyone.
And a few days after my business incident…
That cat arrived.
And it was hungry.
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The grand living room of the Hohenberg estate.
Silent.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
I sat in the middle like a defendant. But oh no, I'm sure you don't think I'm actually a defendant, do you? Exactly, more accurately, I am the little kitten surrounded by three adult lions ready to pounce on anyone who dares touch her.
In front of me…
Duke Hohenberg (my handsome and eternally youthful father) sat with an aura that… oh, how do I explain it? Like a storm waiting for permission to destroy the world.
