The day after the board meeting, Marrin sat at her vanity, fastening the delicate gold clasp of her earring. In the mirror, the woman who stared back was immaculate — every strand of hair pinned perfectly, her lipstick the color of quiet defiance. But beneath the polished surface, her mind was calculating, reshaping her next move.
Revenge, she was learning, wasn't just about anger — it was about patience, precision, and performance.
The first rule: Make them underestimate you.
She smiled at her reflection, a soft, knowing curve of her lips. "Let them think I've forgiven," she murmured. "Let them think I've forgotten."
Downstairs, Liam was already waiting with her coffee and tablet. He'd learned not to ask too many questions; he simply followed orders, efficient and loyal.
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