Third Person's POV
Vivian scrolled through the comments, the smugness radiating off her in waves. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Seraphina," she whispered to her screen. "I'm going to make sure you and your high-and-mighty family can't show your faces in LA ever again."
Seraphina didn't have the luxury of checking her mentions.
She wasn't even supposed to be on the clock today, but Rolf's sudden crash meant she had to coordinate a cross-departmental consult with cardiology.
She barely stepped out of her office with his charts when a swarm of cameras and mics lunged at her.
The impact sent her stumbling. Her elbow slammed into the doorframe—a sharp, sickening jolt of pain that turned her arm numb.
"Seraphina! The internet says you've been hijacking high-profile patients just t
