Eirik or… Amara

Amara ignored the system, though the faint flicker of smugness curled at the corner of her lips. For once, things were going according to plan, and that was no small feat in her chaotic, transmigrated life. Now, all she had to do was sit back and wait for the chaos to unfold. Eirik would be too busy dodging PR nightmares, the show would fall apart just enough to make him abandon it, and Amara would come out looking like a corporate genius. Easy, right?

Amara exhaled and leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms over her head. "Alright, Felix. We've got the rumors planted. Now we just need to sit tight and let the vultures circle."

Felix gave her a thumbs-up, lounging casually in his chair. "Honestly, I've never seen a more elegant train wreck in the making. You should write a book on this kind of sabotage. 'How to Tank a Project Without Ruining Your Career: A Guide for the Cunning and Slightly Unhinged.'"