Arlene
The sharp knock on my office door startled me out of my spiraling thoughts.
I glanced down at the numbers on my tablet screen - digits that now seemed like a cruel joke. My finances, once stable and thriving, were a reflection of the chaos Mirela had left behind.
Her mindless, excessive spending during her brief power grab had nearly dragged my company into ruin. I had worked tirelessly to regain control, but it seemed the damage ran deeper than I’d anticipated.
And as if her recklessness wasn’t enough, I had added to it myself. Two jackets. Just two damn jackets for Liam, and they might as well have been anchors dragging me further into the abyss.
Pride had made me swipe my card without hesitation, but now, staring at the dwindling funds, regret clung to me like a second skin.
