Veronica quickly straightened her posture, regaining her composure with practiced poise.
Her sharp, commanding presence filled the office, her glare narrowing in on Nicole, who remained seated with a nonchalant expression.
“I’m here to warn you, Nicole, or whatever name you go by now,” Veronica said, her voice low and threatening. “Whoever is behind the trouble you’re stirring for my son, you better put an end to it, immediately. Or you’ll have me to contend with.”
For a brief second, silence consumed the room.
Nicole’s lips curled upward in the faintest of smiles, and then, without warning, she burst into laughter.
It wasn’t forced or faint; it was loud, sharp, and echoing. The sound sliced through the tense air like a blade.
Veronica blinked, her fury momentarily stilled as she
