[Elijah]
“Congratulations, baby brother. You finally got your position back,” Jamie said, her voice laced with a bitter sweetness as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear while I pressed the elevator’s button.
“Do you want me to carry your boxes?” I asked, reaching out with a glance at the weight in her arms, my hand pausing mid-air to grab the box filled with her personal belongings.
“Yeah, sure.” She handed them to me with a soft shrug, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “And don’t worry about me. I am not upset. I already knew that Grandpa would never make me his successor." She folded her arms and leaned against the elevator wall, her gaze lifting to the blinking floor indicator. "He might have taken the decision due to his devil-level anger and used me to trigger you
