The *Career Spotlight* premiere ended with Sophia Sterling's face plastered across every trending list, while Isabella Montgomery's name languished in the digital trenches.
Isabella stared at her phone, her reflection warping in the black screen. Five seconds. Ten. Until Lucian Vaughn's Lamborghini purred to the curb, its scissor doors slicing through the tension.
"Long day, darling?" Lucian drawled, his Rolex glinting as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
Isabella forced a smile. "Just… hungry." (Lie. She'd nibbled a single edamame pod three hours ago.)
Lucian's smirk said he knew. "Let's get you fed."
But as he leaned in, Isabella's gaze snagged on a billboard across the street—Sophia's face loomed 50 feet tall, captioned: *"Mama's Girl™: The Ultimate Career Hack."*
**Meanwhile: The Villainess's Villainess**
Sophia sprawled across her bed, a 24-karat gold face mask cracking as she cackled at her phone.
"#MamasGirlSalary? #KnifeFacelift? *Iconic.*"
For once, the world wasn't mocking her—they were *studying* her.
Vic's call blasted through her AirPods: "Sophia! Sephora wants you to hawk gua sha tools! Rolex wants a 'nepo baby' collab!"
Sophia inspected her cuticles. "Tell Sephora I don't *scrape* my face—I *fundament* it. And Rolex? Daddy already bought me the factory."
"You're rejecting *Rolex*?!"
"Mama's Girls don't hustle," Sophia yawned. "We *exist.*"
**The Morning After**
At 7:03 AM, Vic stormed into Sterling Tower, fueled by espresso and desperation. She found Sophia cocooned in her silk burrito of bedding, snoring softly.
"Sophia! The studio's offering *lead roles*! Scripts! A *Vanity Fair* cover!"
A hand emerged from the linen nest, waving dismissively. "Read the room, Vic. My full-time job is *sleeping in.*"
"But—"
"Acting's my *hobby* now. Like knitting, but with worse Yelp reviews."
Vic gaped at the mountain of unopened designer contracts on the nightstand. "You're throwing away *millions*!"
Sophia peeked one eye out. "Vic. *Look* at me." She gestured to her diamond-encrusted sleep mask. "Does this face scream 'I need validation'?"
**Isabella's Revenge Fantasy**
Across town, Isabella stabbed her kale salad, imagining Sophia's demise:
*Sophia, begging for scraps outside a Gucci store. Sophia, forced to act in infomercials. Sophia, her Instagram ratioed into oblivion—*
"Darling?" Lucian interrupted, swirling his Bordeaux. "You're muttering about 'knife facelifts' again."
Isabella plastered on her red-carpet smile. "Just… brainstorming skincare tips."
**Sophia's New Routine**
By noon, Sophia held court in her penthouse's solarium, dictating her "workday" to cameras:
10 AM: Wake up (*requires Oscar-worthy performance*)
11 AM: Judge Dad's croissant flakiness (*unionized labor*)
12 PM: Reject marriage proposals via DM (*hazard pay*)
"It's *exhausting*," she deadpanned, popping a champagne grape. "But someone's gotta normalize generational leisure."
**The Ultimate Flex**
When reporters asked about her "career pivot," Sophia shrugged. "Why chase roles when I'm the *plot*?"
Isabella's fans seethed.
Sophia's stans rejoiced.
And somewhere, a novelist wept, realizing reality had outdone fiction.
The credits rolled on *Career Spotlight*, but Sophia Sterling's show was just beginning.