Mirela

I walked majestically back into the company, determination pulsing through my veins.

The scent of grilled mackerel and garlic sauce pasta lingered in the air around me, a sinister smile playing on my lips as I made my way to Arlene’s office. This time, I stopped by her secretary’s desk.

The young brunette glanced up at me, her wide eyes betraying a hint of surprise. I had been utterly rude the first time I came, and she likely expected more of the same. Instead, I softened my tone, my voice smooth as honey.

“Would you kindly announce my presence to Miss Gomez?” I asked sweetly. “You can’t keep her...