Twisted Fates: A Game of Love and Retribution

Rachel Foster stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, gazing at the city's nightscape. She remembered standing there with Jasper Reed just days ago, sipping wine and discussing the future of "Westwood Heights." Now, she could only reminisce about his laughter, the silence deafening.

She missed Jasper terribly; the solitude was frightening.

A knock at the door stirred her from her thoughts. Oliver entered, finding Rachel still by the window.

"Miss Foster."

She turned to him. "Oliver, you're still here?"

He smiled. "I came to pick up something. Miss Foster, it's late. Aren't you going home to rest?"

Rachel sighed, looking back at the bustling city. "I'm troubled." She couldn't face Ivy Morgan, fearing her fatigue would cause worry.

"Miss Foster, is there no way to help Mr. Reed?" Oliver asked concern etched on his face.

Rachel shook her head, leaning her forehead against the cool glass. There was a way, but persuading Kingsly Scott was the challenge.

"Oliver, what do you think it takes to persuade someone?" she asked suddenly.

Oliver thought for a moment. "Attraction."

"Attraction?" Rachel turned, intrigued.

"In this world, anyone can be persuaded if you have something that attracts them, like money," Oliver explained.

"And if he doesn't lack money?"

"Then he must lack something else. Everyone has weaknesses."

Rachel was surprised by Oliver's insight. It clarified her dilemma: What was Kingsly Scott's weakness? She recalled the woman accompanying him, Natalie Lewis.

The world knew Kingsly as a devoted husband, yet there he was, with another woman. Infidelity among tycoons wasn't uncommon, but she never expected it from Kingsly. Their past promises made it hard for her to associate him with such behavior.

Perhaps wealth changed people. Possibly, women were Kingsly's weakness.

"Miss Foster, please don't worry too much about Mr. Reed. I'm sure there will be a way. Take care of yourself."

Rachel nodded, snapping back to reality.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head home now. You should rest early, too, Miss Foster."

"Alright."

After Oliver left, the office fell silent again. Rachel stood by the window, lost in thought. The city lights blurred before her eyes as she contemplated her next move. She stood there until late into the night, her reflection in the glass a mirror of her resolve.