" Ms. Moore , you're even thinner than you look on camera ." He gestured for his assistant to bring over the contract . " I saw your performance video . You're a perfect match for our new campaign : Rebirth from Fire ." Elsa let out a soft , dry laugh . " Aren't you afraid of the backlash , Mr. Martin ? My past isn't exactly a secret anymore ." Letting a fake heiress represent a major brand was bound to stir controversy . She didn't even have to imagine what the internet would say . " That's exactly what I want . " Lincoln lowered his head and lit a cigarette , the smoke curling around the corner of his mouth . " In this age of clickbait and algorithms , even infamy is still fame . Besides .. He suddenly leaned in , his voice low . " Are you really content letting the Moore family grind you into the dirt ? " In that instant- The soft rustling of the contract pages broke the silence . Bang ! The door burst open from the outside . Johnson rushed in , panting , sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead . He grabbed Elsa's wrist and shot Lincoln a sharp glance . " Elsa , you can't trust this guy . Don't sign it ! " Lincoln raised an eyebrow and looked at their intertwined hands before shifting his gaze back to Elsa , " Ms. Moore , may I ask who this is ? " " Someone irrelevant . " Elsa didn't even acknowledge Johnson's warning . She yanked her hand free , her voice cold and steady . " This is my decision . No one else gets to make it for me . " Johnson's jaw tightened . He dragged her around the corner into a hallway blind spot . There , he shoved her against the wall . " Do you even know who Lincoln is ? " " He's a playboy . He's made a dozen starlets famous , and every single one of them was tossed aside when he got bored " " Elba , I know you've misunderstood me , but I'm saying this for your own good ! " " What does any of this have to do with you ? " Elsa scoffed . " Need me to remind you how you kissed Quinn in my hospital room ? " She stepped closer , her voice practically a hiss through clenched teeth . " I know what I'm doing . You don't get to control me . " Johnson laughed bitterly . Wiping the blood from his lip , his dark eyes turned cold . " Fine . But don't say I didn't warn you . " Meanwhile , on Twitter- Martin Corp had just announced their new brand ambassador . The accompanying image showed Elsa's side profile as she tested the perfume . Seeing the photo , Quinn trashed everything in her room she could get her hands on . But none of it helped soothe her rage . Why did Elsa get such a good opportunity ? That woman should've rotted in the gutter . " Why her ?! " she screamed , dialing Johnson's number . " You said you'd help me . But look ! " The sound of a lighter sparking came through the receiver . Johnson's voice was slow and raspy . " Quinn , why are you panicking ? I got you an invitation to tonight's Moore gala He paused . " I gave you the chance . Whether or not you can reel Lincoln in … that's up to you . " inside the grand ballroom- The crystal chandeliers swayed slightly overhead , dazzling enough to make people dizzy . Quinn reapplied her lipstick for the fifth time in the mirror . Determined to leave a lasting impression on Lincoln , she deliberately tugged her neckline half an inch lower .