Chapter 88 Ghosts In The Light

• Back at the office, the glass and steel building buzzed with the rhythm of ambition. Meetings were scheduled, coffees downed, and Clara Bellamy-Nightingale had officially returned to her throne. Only now, her crown came with a three-year-old and a husband who still looked at her like she was the only miracle he ever believed in.
• She adjusted the lapel of her blazer and stepped into the elevator, heels clicking with purpose. Beside her, Julian held her gaze in the mirrored doors, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. “First full day back,” he murmured. “You ready to start terrifying interns again?”
• Clara smirked. “Oh, I’ve missed the smell of fear in the morning.”