Mirela
“Yasmin?” I echoed, my eyes locked on Sarah, who seemed even more enraged than I was, her gaze fixed on the elevator where Arlene had just left. I could tell she wished for nothing more than to tear Arlene into shreds. And by heavens, I wanted that too. “Who is she?”
Sarah turned to me, her eyes flashing with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
“She’s someone I’ll never desire to talk about.” Her voice dripped with disgust, a deep-rooted hatred simmering beneath the surface.
Before I could press further, Daisy interjected, “Mum, you have to do something to—”
“Shut up, Daisy!” I snapped, shooting her a sharp glare. “You don’t interrupt me when I’m handling something important. Whatever she throws at you tomorrow, as long as it doesn’t cause trouble for Sarah and me, ta
