Arlene

“Morning, Miss Gomez!”

“Good to have you back!”

“God, you look so beautiful, ma’am.”

“We’re glad you’re back!”

Their voices echoed like a harmonious chorus as I strode through the hall, each word resonating with respect and awe. The staff, lined up on both sides of the entrance, bowed their heads slightly, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and admiration.

It had been far too long since I walked these halls, and their genuine welcome stirred something within me—a sharp reminder of what was mine.

I could sense that many of these staff members were allies of Mirela. I’d waste no time weeding them out.

“Get anyone...