Arlene
“Morning, Miss Gomez!”
“Good to have you back!”
“God, you look so beautiful, ma’am.”
“We’re glad you’re back!”
Their voices echoed like a harmonious chorus as I strode through the hall, each word resonating with respect and awe. The staff, lined up on both sides of the entrance, bowed their heads slightly, their eyes filled with a mixture of relief and admiration.
It had been far too long since I walked these halls, and their genuine welcome stirred something within me—a sharp reminder of what was mine.
I could sense that many of these staff members were allies of Mirela. I’d waste no time weeding them out.
“Get anyone hired by Mirela fired today,” I whispered to Matilda.
“Yes, ma’am,” she replied briskly, falling into step behind me.
Matilda’s heels clicked against the ma
