The sleek, glass-paneled boardroom in Fortunato Pharmaceuticals exuded corporate power, but today, it was the setting for something far less professional. Camille L'Espanaye, the no-nonsense PR guru of the Usher family, stood at the head of the table, glaring at her assistants, Vanessa and Greg, who looked like they'd rather be anywhere else.

"This is an outrage!" Camille snapped, slamming her perfectly manicured hand on the table. "Do you have any idea what kind of humiliation you've caused me?"

Vanessa, who was nervously fidgeting with her pen, ventured a cautious response. "Ms. L'Espanaye, I'm not sure what you mean. Could you clarify?"

"Clarify?" Camille barked, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, I'll clarify. My reputation—the reputation I've spent years crafting—is in tatters because of you two."

Greg blinked, clearly confused. "But, um… what did we do?"

Camille whipped out her phone and opened Instagram, shoving it toward them. On the screen was a meme that had gone viral: a less-than-flattering photo of Camille from a recent gala, mid-sneeze, captioned: "When you're trying to be the PR queen but the pollen says no."

"This!" Camille roared. "How did this get out? Who leaked it?"

Vanessa and Greg exchanged panicked glances. "We didn't leak anything!" Vanessa said quickly. "We didn't even know that photo existed."

Camille crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. "Then how did the internet get its grubby little hands on it?"

Enter Napoleon "Leo" Usher, Camille's perpetually stoned younger brother, who strolled into the boardroom with Julius, his charming but unapologetically blunt boyfriend, in tow.

"Hey, Camille," Leo drawled, plopping into a chair. "Why are you yelling? It's, like, nine in the morning."

"It's eleven," Camille snapped. "And I'm yelling because my assistants are incompetent."

"Still on this?" Julius said, raising an eyebrow. "You've been ranting about that meme for days. Let it go."

Camille rounded on him. "Oh, let it go? Easy for you to say. You're not the one being turned into a laughingstock."

Julius smirked. "Maybe if you didn't take yourself so seriously, people wouldn't make fun of you."

"Excuse me?" Camille said, her voice rising dangerously.

Leo, sensing the brewing storm, leaned back in his chair and grabbed a bag of chips from his pocket. "This is gonna be good."

Camille pointed an accusatory finger at Julius. "This is all your fault."

Julius blinked, genuinely amused. "My fault? How am I involved in your little PR disaster?"

"Don't play dumb," Camille said, pacing the room like a lawyer delivering a closing argument. "You've been spending more time around the office lately. It's no coincidence that my life started falling apart the moment you showed up."

"Wow," Julius said, leaning back and folding his arms. "That's a stretch, even for you."

"It's not a stretch," Camille shot back. "You've been poisoning Leo against me, making snide comments about my work ethic—"

"Your work ethic?" Julius interrupted, laughing. "Camille, you work harder than anyone I know. You just also happen to be insufferable about it."

Leo choked on his chips. "He's not wrong."

Camille glared at Leo. "Stay out of this."

"Not my fault you're the family drama queen," Leo said, shrugging.

Vanessa and Greg, who had been silent through the chaos, tried to make a discreet exit, but Camille caught them.

"Where do you think you're going?" she demanded.

"Uh, we thought you might want some privacy?" Vanessa offered weakly.

"Oh, you're not off the hook," Camille said, her tone icy. "In fact, I've already filed a lawsuit against you both for breach of trust."

"A lawsuit?" Greg exclaimed, his voice breaking. "You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious," Camille said, straightening her blazer. "You're going to pay for your incompetence."

Julius burst out laughing. "You're suing your assistants? That's your solution?"

"They're clearly responsible!" Camille snapped. "Who else could have leaked that photo?"

Julius raised a hand. "Just a thought, but maybe it was the event photographer? You know, the one who was literally hired to take pictures?"

Camille froze, momentarily thrown. "That… that's not the point."

"Oh, it's exactly the point," Julius said, grinning. "You're so busy blaming everyone else, you haven't stopped to consider that this isn't as big a deal as you think."

Leo, who had been quietly munching his chips, decided to weigh in. "Honestly, Cam, Julius is kinda right. It's just a meme. People will forget about it in, like, a week."

Camille turned to him, incredulous. "This isn't just about the meme! It's about respect. About control."

"Control?" Julius said, raising an eyebrow. "Camille, you can't control everything. Sometimes you just have to roll with the punches."

"I don't roll with anything," Camille snapped. "I dominate."

"And that's why you're a walking stress ball," Julius said, smirking. "Maybe if you chilled out once in a while, people wouldn't target you."

Camille glared at him. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, here I am," Julius said, unfazed. "Still in your life."

Eventually, Vanessa and Greg were allowed to leave, visibly shaken but relieved. Camille, however, was far from finished.

"I'm not letting this go," she declared. "I'll track down whoever's responsible, and when I do, they'll regret the day they crossed Camille L'Espanaye."

"Good luck with that," Julius said, standing up. "But maybe try focusing on things that actually matter. Like, I don't know, your family."

Camille opened her mouth to retort, but Julius held up a hand. "Save it. I'm going to Starbucks. Anyone want anything?"

Leo raised a hand. "Caramel macchiato."

Julius nodded and walked out, leaving Camille fuming.

Leo grinned at his sister. "So, wanna grab lunch? I hear the cafeteria has decent burgers today."

Camille groaned, collapsing into a chair. "I hate everyone."

Leo patted her shoulder. "Love you too, sis."

And as Camille sat there, contemplating the wreckage of her pride, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Julius had a point. But she'd never admit that. Not in a million years.