Arlene
The moment Mirela left my office, I dashed into the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before I lost everything I had been holding in.
My stomach churned violently as I emptied its contents, the overpowering stench of grilled mackerel and garlic sauce still clinging to my senses.
My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the sink, breathing heavily. I couldn’t shake the thought - Mirela must have suspected something.
There was no other explanation for her choice of food. She had always been cunning, always a step ahead in her relentless games.
Fuck that old witch!
The door burst open behind me, and Matilda hurried in, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Miss Gomez!” she exclaimed, rushing to my side. Her hand gently patted my back. “Are you okay? Do you need to g
