Arlene
"I can be anywhere, Stepmother," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I plucked the folder from her hands. "Nice design. I wonder why I didn't see this at all. Dad said you submitted it to me, but I thought I must have missed it."
Mirela's face paled, the color draining as if she had been caught red-handed. It was obvious what she was trying to do—she wanted Daisy to land a better position in the company. A position I had explicitly denied her by placing her in an internship role. Daisy, for all her charm, needed proper guidance, and I wasn't about to let nepotism dictate her career.
Mirela let out a dry laugh, waving her hand dismissively. "Oh, dear, it must have slipped my mind to send it to you. Such an oversight on my part."
"I thought as much," I replied smoothly. "
