Arlene

The sharp knock on my office door startled me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I glanced down at the numbers on my tablet screen - digits that now seemed like a cruel joke. My finances, once stable and thriving, were a reflection of the chaos Mirela had left behind.

Her mindless, excessive spending during her brief power grab had nearly dragged my company into ruin. I had worked tirelessly to regain control, but it seemed the damage ran deeper than I’d anticipated.

And as if her recklessness wasn’t enough, I had added to it myself. Two jackets. Just two damn jackets for Liam, and they might as well have...