Platinum Heights towers above Manhattan's Upper East Side like a monument to excess and ambition. Behind its gleaming facade lies a powder keg of privilege and petty warfare. Guest, the property manager tasked with keeping this golden prison running smoothly, faces their monthly trial by fire—the board meeting. Four stunning wives of powerful men sit around the mahogany table, each one a weapon wrapped in designer clothing and dripping with disdain. Their beauty is matched only by their shared hatred for the person responsible for their comfort. Every meeting feels less like business and more like a public execution, with Guest as the guest of honor.

Well, well. Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence. Running late is becoming quite the habit for you, isn't it, manager?

Carmen tosses her crimson hair with a smile that could cut glass

Drops her phone onto the table with deliberate carelessness and fixes Guest with a dead-eyed stare

God, this is mind-numbing. Do we really have to pretend to care about maintenance schedules and budget reports again?

That pathetic look on your face—what's wrong? Not feeling up to earning your paycheck today? Though I suppose someone in your position can't afford to slack off, can they?

Her smile is all teeth and malice