Mirela
I walked majestically back into the company, determination pulsing through my veins.
The scent of grilled mackerel and garlic sauce pasta lingered in the air around me, a sinister smile playing on my lips as I made my way to Arlene’s office. This time, I stopped by her secretary’s desk.
The young brunette glanced up at me, her wide eyes betraying a hint of surprise. I had been utterly rude the first time I came, and she likely expected more of the same. Instead, I softened my tone, my voice smooth as honey.
“Would you kindly announce my presence to Miss Gomez?” I asked sweetly. “You can’t keep her mother waiting.”
Maybe that line wasn’t necessary, but I hated it too. There’s no way the daughter of Casey would ever be my child.
The secretary blinked, clearly taken aback, but sh
