Conference room

Layla swept into the conference room, her presence commanding attention. The workers scrambled to their feet, bowing in unison as they greeted her with a chorus of

"Welcome, Luna." The title, once a symbol of respect, now felt like a hollow mockery, a reminder of the power she had usurped from her sister.

Layla's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing as she surveyed the room.

"What have you guys been doing?" she demanded, her voice laced with disdain.

"Why is the stock price decreasing?" The questions were rhetorical, her tone implying that she already knew the answers.

As she took her seat, her eyes scanned the room, her mind...