Mirela

“You made her come to Vegas only to humiliate her?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing my temple as Madam Silva’s sharp voice rang through my earphones.

It had been a week, an entire week of listening to her relentless complaints about Sarah not securing the ambassadorial deal with Arlene’s company.

“Nana…” I attempted to interject, watching her stern expression through the video call. But she wasn’t having it.

The past week had been nothing but setbacks. When Arlene returned from the dead a few months ago, she had seemed unprepared, easy to manipulate.

But every single move I made against her had backfired spectacularly.

Not this time....