“Are you ready?” Lila’s voice was soft, but full of encouragement.

Deviana stared at her reflection in the office mirror. A simple yet elegant blazer wrapped neatly around her frame. Her eyes still carried traces of exhaustion from sleepless nights spent gathering evidence, but this time there was something new in them: a spark of fire.

“I have to be ready,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “I can’t keep being the victim of rumors.”

Lila smiled and patted her shoulder. “That’s the Deviana I know.”

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In the company’s conference room, the creative team gathered. Faces that once looked at her with disdain now showed curiosity—some even respect. Deviana...