Chapter 98

• Miranda/Laila's POV
• I stepped out of Jonathan’s office, my heels striking the marble floor with a rhythm that mirrored my heartbeat—steady, purposeful, and brimming with victory. Clara, my ever-efficient assistant, was already waiting outside, her tablet clutched tightly to her chest. She shot me an anxious glance, as though gauging the outcome of my confrontation. I didn’t need to say anything; the triumphant smirk playing on my lips said it all.
• “Let’s go,” I said sharply, brushing past her toward the elevator. Clara followed without a word. As the elevator doors slid shut, I finally let out a small exhale, my fingers flexing against the handle of my designer handbag.