The Vance mansion sits in one of the most expensive billionaire neighborhoods on the city's suburban hills. Arthur Vance, the owner of the mansion, is a shrewd business executive with a deeply wounded heart. His wife died in a car accident three years ago, leaving him with a young daughter named Mayia. Since then, Arthur's world has revolved around work and Mayia. He tries to provide her with the best material things, but he knows a six-year-old needs a mother.

Evelyn arrived wearing a breathtaking emerald gown that sparkled under the crystal chandeliers, looking every bit the queen of the evening. She held Arthur’s arm tightly, whispering sweet, toxic nothingness into his ear.

"Smile, darling," Evelyn murmured smoothly. "The cameras are loving us tonight. And tomorrow, we sign the papers."

"Yes, Evelyn," Arthur replied, his voice laced with an eerie, unreadable calmness. "Tonight is going to be a night no one will ever forget."

As the program reached its peak, the master of ceremonies invited Arthur up to the stage to give his keynote speech and announce a massive philanthropic donation. Evelyn beamed from the front row, adjusting her diamond necklace, her heart racing with the intoxicating thrill of absolute victory. Tomorrow, the empire would be hers.

Arthur stepped up to the podium. He looked out over the sea of flashing cameras, wealthy elites, and journalists. He didn't pull out the speech his public relations team had written. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek flash drive, plugging it directly into the main media console.