The Players And Their Games

"Miss Wellman," Rhea corrected with renewed anger. "A fact you are clearly aware of, considering the incredibly invasive and extensive research you had done on me."

Emma shrugged with a proud smile at her work. "What can I say, I'm good at what I do."

"And what is it that you do?" Rhea asked as she stepped into the room, her accompanying guard following after and closing the door behind them.

The red-haired woman glanced at the large guard with some apprehension, hesitating before speaking.

"I write the truth and commercialise it well enough..."

"With enough of your own little lies sprinkled in between to sell a scandal."

"The truth is ugly, and ugly sells well. It's no fault of mine that your truth has just the right amount of ugly to bring in the gold."