She played the role of the devoted companion perfectly. She laughed at his tired jokes, leaned in close when he spoke about "market disruption," and made sure his glass was never empty. To the outsiders, she was just another girl "riding his coattails" to get recognized. They whispered that she was talentless, that she was "sucking up" to the elite just to see her name in a caption. Elena didn't care. She knew the game.

How would you like to see the shift in the next chapter—should she surpass him publicly or continue working from the shadows ?

The neon pulse of the "Glass House" club wasn’t just music; it was a heartbeat. For Elena, this wasn't a night out—it was a business trip.