The next morning, Calla stood in front of the mirror, slipping on a crimson dress that hugged her curves like vengeance wrapped in silk. Her hair fell in soft waves, her lips painted a fierce shade of red that matched the heat burning in her chest.
She wasn’t going to wait for the world to give her permission.
Today, she would take it.
She grabbed the silver folder Damian had handed her the night before and tucked it into her tote. With one final glance in the mirror, she whispered, “Let’s see how Sabrina likes being on the other side of the glass.”
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The Vale Corporation headquarters gleamed like a fortress as she stepped inside. Security glanced her over but didn’t question her—she was still Mrs. Calla Vale on paper, after all. And in this world, a name still opened doors.
She walk
